I'm sick and tired of all that bitchin'.

You're either bitchin' abt someone or you're being bitched abt. Sigh.

It's wayy too apparent now why they call it The Bitch Club.

Just becoz I'm in The Bitch Club now doesn't mean I've to be like one.
I'm like, already half a bitch myself now. I fear... I fear that I would become a full-fledged BITCH OF TEH CENTURY one day. It's easy to lose oneself in this sea of erm, bitchin'.

I feel like appealin' to everyone not to come up to me and start badmouthin' someone else anymore. I think there has been enough said and cursed abt everyone else for the week. This week has been particularly bad somehow. It's like ppl-turnin'-bitches-week. Can't I just be allowed 2 hours of mindless and harmless fun with my friends? I think I know why I'm suddenly so bothered by all these bitchin' now. My best JC memories are those spent with guys who spend more time playin' Bridge and Bball than gals who spend their non-shoppin' hours bitchin' abt another gal. Now that I'm immersed in an environment where testosterones are the minority, I'm startin' to see the scariness some gals can really dish out mann.

There's a fine line between being genuinely "nice" and being a hypocrite. I dun wanna end up as the latter at all. Who does, anyway?

I needa learn how to disregard some things that have been enterin' my ears and being processed in my already tired mind.

May all these bitc--, may all these end before the semester does.



2 days ago Starky said I was beginnin' to dress like a MCM-er. Does this have a negative connotation to it? I really wonder..