Drama, thy name is Kay.

So Kay is still going on and on and on about my life.

A little about Kay: She fabricates and embellishes everything she hears. She takes third person stories as fact without ever going to the person the story is about and asking them. She makes everything her business and always has to be in control.

Kay constantly bitches about me and my relationships, claiming that I treat everyone in my life poorly. My thought on that is if I treat everyone that badly how is that I still have friends real close to me? Hmmm? Riddle me that, Kay.

She relives my past mistakes in relationships, mind you I’ve never told her anything about my relationships. I just keep wondering; if I’m so unsuccessful at any relationships, and specifically male-female dating relations, then how would she categorize her relationships? She has been broken up by, or has broken up with, every guy she’s ever dated and I am just wondering how she classifies those as a successful relationship? Again, riddle me that Kay.

Anyways, I’ve just been pondering why my personal intimate relationships are any of her business and how she is included in them when I don’t tell her anything. Just some thoughts I needed to publish.

XOXO,

Whisper

Bitches please!

So, I’m going through a pretty tough breakup and my old boyfriend has already moved on; in fact he went on a date two days after we broke up. What the fuck is up with that? You break up with someone that you told uncountable times that you love and then go on a date two days after you end the relationship?

Whatever, that’s not even what this post is about. It’s about me. Well, this whole blog is about me, really, but nevermind that.

I know that I am a strong, sexy, confident, beautiful, great catch of a woman. But the ex-girlfriend inside me has wavering faith. So this post is going to verbally bitch-slap her into common sense.

I know, she knows, everyone who meets me knows, that I am drop-dead gorgeous. This is simply fact, not me fluffing my own skirt. This point was proven today when I put on a black racer-back V-neck top and a red-dyed skirt from Mexico that makes me look like a flamenco dancer when I pair it with my sexy black 3″ heels. Which also puts me at the grand height of 6′3″. Oh, yeah; believe it. Back to me wearing this outfit to my indoor lab job, I was listen to techno-club-dance music which always makes me want to dance, thus the flamenco dancer outfit.

Well, as I was walking to work, (p.s. heels make me strut more than I normally do) there was about 7 guys across the street doing repairs on a house and when I came out of my house they all just stopped what they were doing. So I strutted more. Yeah bitches! Watch me walk away! You know you like it! Don’t you wish you could tap that?!

As shallow as it may be, it made me feel good. And with that stupid ex-girlfriend nagging my ass all day long I need to feel good about myself.

XOXO,

Whisper