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Tuesday 19 August 2008 | 2 cookies in the jar
I’M A BITCH. Details at six.
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SIX!?! By that time I will be sitting in my car at the community college parking lot, palms sweating as I work up the courage to walk back into the classroom after I don’t know how many years. To a SCIENCE class. What am I thinking???
(What I am thinking, with the small part of my brain not given over to the panic, is of the woman who felt I had cut her off in traffic a few years ago [I *had* forced her to allow me to merge, but it pissed her off] who mouthed ‘You’re a bitch,’ at me quite carefully when I looked in the rearview mirror. I remember thinking that even given my often shaky self-esteem, I was really pretty sure she was wrong about that.)
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Biatchy chick: Hahaha! Science. You’ll kick their runty little community-college arses.
In my own small-part-of-the-brain, I think with clinical detachment: “Wow, that lady went to a LOT of trouble to let you know what she thought.” People are funny. Also homicidal.
Phone call on Friday yes please!!! :o)
You ain’t no bitch.
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Bitchy editor: I wonder if you still think that, now that you’ve heard my ranty tale of evildoing?