The Bitter Girls’ Diary

Yeah yeah yeah, so it’s been a while since I posted. Shoot me. I’ve been busy and in tornado of bitterness. I’m feeling slightly more positive these days. I’m like an emotional roller coaster – I’m happy, I’m sad, I love life, I want to die. Welcome to a day in the brain of Bitter Betty. I’ve been slightly better though. Now it’s not singlehood that as my panties in a bunch, it’s my friends. Don’t they all just drive you freaking crzy sometimes? Ugh. Don’t get me wrong, I love my friends, but sometimes I really am their worse enemy.

So, I’m officially the lone single person in my three, yes three, circles of friends – read: Bitter Betty needs new friends. We all know friends dump you when they are in relationships, we’ve all done it. They all say things will never change. Really? I beg to differ. It’s like they get sucked into a relationship cult. All of a sudden they are no longer “I” they become a “We”. We this, we that. Bite me. We have plans, we are going to the beach. Or my favorite, I’d like to bring Joe Schmoe to whatever, he’s never been. That’s because it’s a thing you do with your girlfriends, dumbass!

And then I become the bitchy Bitter Betty. I wonder how the less attarctive girls get the guys. I mean really, theses girls have got some ugly teeth, are pale as a ghost, have mad wrinkles under the eyes, and are sometimes just plain freaking annoying. Oh yes I forgot, they’re skinny. I told you I was being bitchy didn’t I? Ok, fine, back to being just bitter. Bitter for being dumped…by my GIRLFRIENDS.

Don’t worry Betty you can always hang out with us. US! I don’t want to hang out with us, I want to hang out with you. It’s not that I don’t like their boy friends, it’s that I miss girl time. Getting stupid drunk, hitting on every guy in a bar, making out with strangers, holding each others hair while we puke in a gutter. Fine, so maybe we are a bit old for some of that, but can we at least go out and have a good time?

Which brings to my next gripe. I swear relationships strip women of their fun skills. Example # 1: On vaction and all of a sudden she doesn’t “get drunk” anymore or dance with guys or dance on bar tops. Ok, so the dancing on bar tops might be pushing it, but since when does dancing equal cheating? Example #2: “You’ve had too much drink, you need to grow up, we are too old to act like this.” Bitch, please, we were just out doing this very thing a few months ago! Bitter? You think?

And this my friends is the blog that will make all my friends delete me. LOL!!!!