The Daily Bitch

August 14, 1998 Vol. 3 Issue 2

Hey there readers! Long time - no Bitch! The day has finally come! It (referring to my relationship) is now over! Yes I'm moving into my own apartment and becoming the desperate bar-hopping, looking for love in all the wrong places, of course I've had a vasectomy, would I lie to you, single that I always wanted to be. Sounds fun eh? I myself cannot wait, since this gives me even more shit to rehash in this thing we call "The Bitch."

Speaking of bitches, have you ever looked back at your relationships and wondered, if just for a moment, if there is something you could have done differently? Perhaps you simply don't look back (works for me) and consider everything that went wrong, the "other" person's fault. I tell you it is amazing what you will see if you do. To me when I look back, which is something I do in the car all the time, usally with my middle finger up in the air commenting on another driver's lack of experience, it tends to look like one of those scenes from all the Vietnam movies you've ever seen. You know the scene, bodies strewn about, bare earth stripped of foiliage, people walking around in a daze. I'm not sure why it looks like that and I could give two shits about trying to figure it out. After all, if I put everything I had into a "relationship" and it still fails, how can it be my fault? I gave my 100% but apparently someone else didn't. So now another name gets added to the "X" list and all the good times gets promptly forgotten, well except for the sex - no one forgets the sex because you'll be comparing that to the next person that comes along, and the bad times become engraved upon a special wrinkle in your brain, that is set asided for that purpose. Yep, out of those little bits that are too good to forget is always, always the sex. That's how the next relationship starts out, with sex and LOTS of comparisons.

So now that we have come to the final decision that it is over, what happens now? Well, if it's a mutual thing, hopefully you (like me) get some time to find that new place and move in. If things go bad then you may have to start checking with your friends and hoping the bastards (or bitches) remembers all the things you've done for them (and you may have to remind them - guilt is great) and now it's time for a little payback. Of course, after that you're living on borrowed time, since you're buddy doesn't care when you move out, but his "boss" does. Now you will have to tread very lightly in these situations or you AND your buddy could end you in that new place by yourselves. Now as cool as this idea looks, you buddy may have worked awful hard to keep a "piece" around so he wouldn't have to run out and get "take-out" all the time. Let's move on.

Now I'm sure that we all have the horror stories of past relationship, not all of us have the balls to write about it. Well Sparky, guess what, I've got them and they're fucking huge. What's that you say? Does my most recent "X" read my web page? Yes, she certainly does. Will this piss her off or possibly offend her? I hope fucking so! After all, I'm a "spiteful, mean fuck" (those are her words). Am I worried about what she might do or say? Afraid she might "cut me off" from all the fun stuff? Well considering that happend over 3 months ago, nah, not worried at all. I mean I dedicated a section on the "Myself" web page to her. Of course I'll having to be updating that to finish up with what a bitch she has become. Simply amazing when you think about it, how fast we go from "I can't stand a moment without you in my life" to "I wish you would get run over my a bus and taste your own blood!" Love, it's an ugly thing when you think about what it does to us. No drug on earth can compare to the way it makes you feel while you're "on" it and nothing can stop the feelings when you get "off" of it. Fucking Cunt! Did I type that? Shit, I thought I was just thinking that. Come back in a day or two when I be writing about how "what was ours is now mine, so get you shit-scratchers off of it you bastard!" See you then!

I’m done for today. Consider yourself "Bitched at."