Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Bitch, please.

Somebody recently said to me: "You're really doing well. You're working up to your potential. You're doing what I knew you were capable of. I'm proud of you."

What??

You would think I would take this as a compliment... and if it were really a compliment I would take it as such. But it's not. It's a veiled way of saying, "You are getting good at being my bitch. Oh, and don't fuck it up."

Bitch, you don't know me! I could do YOUR job... hell, give me a couple weeks and I'll be doing it better and faster!