Independence Day Comes Early This Year

With the upcoming celebration of an Independence of some sort, the Kitty Bish wants to feel liberated too. What better venue to do just that than right here and what better time than right now. This one is for the vipers and the vixens, the leeches and the sheep, the herders and the blindly mute, the deaf inactive and the ones who know it all and yet dont know shit.

The Kitty Bish started FTN! to say fuck it to anything and everything that interupted the personal fun of anyone and everyone. Because who the fuck are we to stand in the way of what makes people happy, of how they choose to exist in this life? Yes, I can be a mean little bish, fiesty and in your face. I can even be a little cruel, when the timing is justified. But I say a big, huge, undeniable FTN! to those that assume they are untouchable in their tyranny.

Andddddd the gloves come off and the guns are blazing. Because I've been very well behaved. But in all actuality, I never should have behaved. I should have snarled my teeth and blasted out some shit when I had the chance. Who am I behaving for? Who exactly am I trying to appease? Because last I checked, there isnt one single person who is taking care of my shit but me. There isnt one person responsible for my island existing but me. Not one person responsible for me having a job but me. Not one person but me making the choice to get out of my kitty bed each day and choosing to enjoy my existance. Thats right people, I run my shit. I know this comes as a huge fucking surprise to you.

This is not about one particular thing. This is about a culmination of bullshit. Now some of it may not be delivered in malice and some, Im so sure has been. But when it festers, it is bound to boil over and this right here is some hot lava running right out Mt. Shasta, hoping it burns your fucking skin off.

• Though I appreciate the concern, I dont want it. From anyone. It is not because I think I know better, it is not even because I think it is in malice. With concern comes doubt and doubt is not something I want in my world. Being concerned over who the Kitty Bish associates with, where the Kitty Bish has been as of late, why the Kitty Bish has declined anything or left anywhere is only one persons business. YOU GUESSED RIGHT. The Kitty Bish herself. Feel free to be insulted but there are only so many times a kitty can get a message asking where she's been without wanting to scream. This leads to my next point.
• If I leave a place, and I did it kindly...no drama, no scenes, no tantrums, just deep consideration, than it is no ones place to ask about it. I have done my part by leaving in peace. In turn, I expect peace. This goes for EVERYONE. DO NOT poke me after almost never having any conversations with me at all to ask why I am not in a certain place. We didnt talk before, why the fuck do you care now? If I answer, in a cordial matter, I want to do new things (or whatever the response I gave the multiple times I was asked) I expect you to take the hint and hereby STFU!
• People who point the finger and say "everyone starts drama but me," are the same people who make these inquiries and pry for information. I am hereby uninterested in feeding your sick need for new shit to dwell on. Im not in the mood to channel surf with you thru the days novellas so feel free to find someone else to pester.
• Anyone who knows me knows my profile reflects my mood. It changes very quickly and I like it that way. People are taken out just as quickly as they go in and sayings change depending on my inspiration and what book The Girl is reading this week. In turn, people who profile whore, I dont have a problem with you. What I do have a problem with is anyone who feels they have a right to question...comment...and/or dictate what goes into someone elses profile. WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU PEOPLE? Does the world really center around you? Are you are that important?
• The Kitty Bish went to a place where people were very open about biting. Someone asked and I declined as this is not something I play with. I dont personally believe in playing that role and so I dont. In the same notion, if you do, I dont hate you for it. Just respect that I dont role the way you role. Problem solved.
• If you RP than RP. If you are partial, then do it part time. If you dont, than dont. Please dont say you dont and your actions and obsessions say you do. This makes you look like a fucking fool. I dont rock a President of The United States of America tag in all seriousness and then say "but I dont RP." Last I checked...Im not Obama. Ya feel me? Good.
• I do not need to see your entire fucking wardrobe. I dont care what you wear. You probably arent on my radar so asking me if I wanna see, what do I think, what should you get, where should you get it, etc etc etc...nope, not even interested a little.
• Guys who fall asleep while having sex...this one is just funny and yet I still must FTN! it. (Sorry J, had to do it.)
• I will again FTN! myself for taking one hour and 26 minutes to get my stream set up for my first official DJ set. Even I am not safe from the FTN! wrath. But ya love me so fuck you.
• RANDOM PEOPLE WALKING ONTO MY ISLAND. WTF DID YOU COME FROM AND WTF ARE YOU STILL HERE?????????????????? I swear to little baby jesus in a tutu, I offered this girl a suite, asked if she wanted coffee and chocolates in the morning and she came back with "No thank you, that wont be necessary." >.< KILL ALL THE NEWBS NOW!!!!
• Anyone who is mindless (afk) longer then they are active. I have been guilty of this one myself and it kinda sucks. But I was busy that day so suck a twat.
• Stop taking yourselves so seriously people. Its just silly. Think ahead ten years and ask yourself, whats going to matter? Exactly. Im sure nothing you are doing or saying right now will even be remembered. So why all the drama?
• The Kitty Bish has been reminded time and time and time again that "people walk on eggshells because of who you know and they fear what repercussions they may face." Well, Im really sorry you feel that way. I dont own anyone and no one owns me. Connections outside of this life are just that, bonds that cannot be swayed or broken just because there is no affiliation in this world. That being said. If you think lil ol me had/has any control over your existance...it must be one sad excuse for an existance because Im not even looking your way.
• "Oh you'll be back." You wanna bet? The audacity and nerve of anyone to assume or even formulate those words. Please count your blessings that I cant kick you in the fucking throat. I am not someone who believes in revolving doors. I am not someone who does major things in haste. I am not someone who does not think thru very important decisions before taking action. Life is a chess board. And I know all of my moves to reach checkmate before you've even considered moving that pawn. So next time you say "Oh you'll be back," think again about who you are talking to. Visiting a place doesnt mean I want back. Visiting means just that. Because there will always be beautiful people I enjoy knowing. You...are not one of them.
• Reputations. Everyone has one. Before you judge one, look at your own.
• Any guy who asks a girl to partner/engage/marry him after a week WITHOUT talking to the girls parents/family. You are officially lame. Sorry but its so true. A WEEK? For some sad people, it takes that long to rez shit. WTF?

This group may dwindle, people may pout and bitch. I might even get afew messages asking what I meant. Spare me. Or dont. I might just need some juice for the next post. Im not interested in walking on eggshells for anyone. Im not interested in being anyones sheep or watching my mouth to make anyone feel safe or privileged. You dont have to like what is said, you dont have to agree. But hell if I wont say it. I can FTN! in a crowd or FTN! alone. Ive been doing it for years.

Sometimes we have to FTN! ourselves. Look at the choices we've made, the changes we've allowed others to instill in us. Sometimes, we have to FTN! people we care about. Sometimes we have to FTN! people we love. True tyranny is not one entities control over many. It is being indifferent about losing oneself. THAT above all else, deserves the ultimate F.T.N!

The Kitty Bish

Click Click Boom!

Cliques are funny. It's like channel surfing except they are real people frolicking around in their own little world right there in front of you. Think back to high school a second, or a minute or two for you grandmas, and try to remember that one clique that really got to you.

For some, it was the Jocks, those dimwitted active sacks of yummy meat. Maybe it was the Goths, so misunderstood and non comformists who all dressed alike and hated the world together for the same non-existant reasons. Maybe it was the Nerds, those poor defenseless pipsqueaks who werent getting any play but damn if their virginal asses werent going to Harvard. My personal favorite to observe was the Self Proclaimed Bad Girls Club. Mind you, I didnt like them or hate them. They were more like the car accident on the highway that you just couldnt stop watching though it was a hideous sight to see; beneficial to my twisted sense of amusement and yet they pulled at my heart strings of pity.

The Kitty Bish do have some love for The Bad Girls Club and heres why...Who isnt amused by the self proclamations. You had the offical Hard Ass, the Slut, the High Class Snob, the Manipulator, the Snitch, the Glamour God, the list goes on and on of what these bitches called themselves. Whether they walked around with a tag or just plain old flaunted their mental deficiency, I was titilated. I like that word cuz it has tit in it. DONT JUDGE ME!

Better still are the girls who grow up holding on to their tags. Its like a haggard Miss America still talking about that shit and practicing the wave 50 years later. Even better than that are the ones who gave themselves tags later on in life because they were nobodies way back when. Talk about making up for lost time. These girls grew into desperate women for whatever reasons, insert pathetic sob story of tragedy/loss/abuse here, and somehow are convinced they can use that to skate by.

NEWSFLASH: These "Bad Girls" wouldnt last a fucking day, a second, not even a nano-second in actual reality. Time to take off the rose colored glasses ladies and wake the fuck up. The Kitty Bish has watched far too many people over the years play their sad little games and in turn, do anything they can to stay at the top...but at the top of what? Behind EVERY supposed bad girl is someone who has planted a seed, who has pulled the puppet strings and made these grotesque hoes do the jig. Because I have so much love for these lost little women, I feel the need to be the giver of gifts. I'm your FTN! Santa Claus bitches. Do not sit on my lap as your crab infestation may somehow get onto my leg. Im not all about the itchy seafood so you just keep your nasty taco at bay and I'll happily launch my gifts at your face.

For the slut: A can of Lysol. Use as directed. DIRECTIONS: Stick into your nasty loose floppy sloppy stinky crusty moldy vaggy hole and clamp down. This should activate the fumegation process and in no time you will either die of poisoning or at least have a pine smelling cream hole.

For the hard ass: Laxatives. While you are stuck on the shitter dwelling on your daddy issues, take some time to realize that there is always someone tougher, stronger, smarter and just overall better than you. Face reality and once your raw asshole is done vomiting, feel free to get off your high horse and wake the fuck up. YOU ARE NOT UNTOUCHABLE. Kitty Bish loves this line and knows it to be true for a fact...the bigger the skeazer, the harder that hoe falls!

For the high class snob: A trash can. Throw all of your materialistic shit in this trash can...stfu its a really big one okay! Once all of your shit is in this trash can, you are free to set the trashcan on fire, pick up said blazing trash can and flip over to rest over your snooty little head. Feel free to turn your nose down now so you can get the full effect. Once your shit is taken away, you're just a nobody with nothing. Should've spent more time on a personality huh? HER FACE, HER FACE, HER FACE IS ON FIRE, WE DONT NEED NO WATER, LET THE COCKSUCKER BURN!

The manipulator: A pair of scissors. These are to cut the strings. As much as you are convinced you are running the show, you arent. You are doing the dance just as your puppet master wants you to. You're just too fucking stupid to see it. Feel free to stab out your eyeballs after cutting the strings. There is no reason for this other than it will make me laugh. Thank you kindly.

The Snitch: A self help book. This person is also known as an ass kisser, title chaser, attention whore. Though I doubt you can read, here at FTN! we are hoping that you will at least get to the chapter where you have some breakthrough and realize that you are only doing what you do because you feel all sad about yourself because someone called you fat or stupid or ugly or some shit as a child. Get the fuck over it and be an adult. I like this type the least because they are the most pathetic. Oh the poor victim. Look up martyr.

The Glamour God: Soap and Water. Besides the fact that you fucking wreak of bacterial sludge, clean off your face and stare in a mirror. Mask it all you want but no Revlon, no new skin or hairstyle, no new clothes or fly kicks are going to take away from the fact that you are an ugly fucking human being. Feel free to shove said bar of soap in your nether regions. In 2020, it may finally be sanitized.

Now, here at FTN! we are all about redemption. There is nothing to say that these sad little people cant change. Maybe but it is ever doubtful. They usually turn into really nasty looking ladies you avoid at the grocery store who talk to themselves and reminisce about that one time they meant something somewhere, to someone. Feel free to go to your nearest Grocer and pick up the items mentioned, hand them out immedietly. Hell make a little gift basket. Though I love you for the laughs...SELF PROCLAIMED BAD GIRLS WHO ARE JUST SAD LITTLE SHEEP...F.T.N!

~Special thanks to AMABOO for the idea for this post, mad love and shit

~The Kitty Bish

Anal Leakage says WHA?

So theres a guy and he kills babies for a living, late term baby killing. This is sad. This is wrong. This makes me want to maim stupid peoples faces with monkey wrenches.

There is a good religious little man. He hates late term baby killers. He thinks "well by golly gee fucking willigers, Ill go kill the baby killer in the name of my lord because Im all sorts of hip and shit."

Demented religious man kills baby killer man in...church.

Okay I hate 4 people in this situation. And heres why. (If you think you'll be offended by me talking abortion and religion, LEAVE NOW! Thats the only warning Im giving, if you dont know me by now, you surely will want to run. kbye.)

1. I hate baby killer man. Now, this is not the talking belly whore whos dancing on the stripper pole type of baby killing. This is real life, baby is six months old so Imma put a pair of scissors in its skull and kill this baby type of baby. This is a touchy area as people blast in morals and ethics and religion, because religion solves all woes and starts all wars, but thats neither here nor there. BUT YOU KILL BABIES! LIKE FOR REALS! YOU KILL BABIES! Whether you believe the late term thing officially makes it wrong, or its wrong to you all the way around or you are very much into baby killing and punting with itty bitty midgets, I mean hell, I dont know you...the guy kills babies...he is offically not cool in my book of coolness.
2. I hate the lady who waited 6 months to kill her baby. WTF WERE YOU DOING FOR 6 GOD DAMN MONTHS. I dont touch on whether she should or not to begin with because I dont know these chicks, I mean she could have been raped or has a terminal disease, who fucking knows. What I do know is your ass waited 6 MOTHERFUCKING MONTHS to make the choice. Because Oprah had your attention in month 3 and that pint of Ben and Jerry's took up month 5...I mean really people! Were you in the fucking bathroom? Did you wake up after hybernating and go "HOLY FUCKNUGGETS BATMAN, THIS IS NOT A FULL TUMMY FROM MCDONALDS, THIS IS A FUCKING BABY!!!!" -.- You are officially not in my book of coolness.
3. I hate the guy who killed the baby killer. Okay Mr. Religion. Because if my memory serves me correctly for the like 2 days I payed attention in confirmation class it was this...the old testament was out! Lutherans dont follow that no more hombre. No eye for an eye. You need to keep reading. Cuz for reals, you cant like half ass read that book, I mean I know in Exodus its all like "and someone begot someone and then they begot somebody else and they begot more fucking people," but seriously...like...wait was it Exodus. Maybe it was Ruth...god damn thats an ugly name. Side note, if you decide to not kill your baby in month 7, dont name the kid Ruth. Thats just fucked up. This guy and anyone who names their kid Ruth is not in my book of coolness.
4. I hate religious people who are sooooo stoked that baby killer man got killed by religious man. I am speaking from personal fucking experience here. There is nothing scarier then seeing a self proclaimed religious gangsta talk about how fucking awesome it was to hear that the baby killer got a cap busted in his baby killing ass. IM NOT JOKING HERE PEOPLE! This comes from a 40 year old religious woman, of the same demonination as the baby killers killer. "And what better place to recieve judgment then in the house of god." Um seriously...okay so tell the bums now, CHURCH IS NOT SAFE! You will get shot there! Clean up the pews and pay your fucking tithing thingies cuz they will shoot you. In the face. These people are really not in my cool book, for reals!

My personal opinions on abortion and religion are so not relevant in this situation. The story I see here is simple, baby killer mutilates babies who had a fucking chance. Religious man thinks he got skills and permission to alleviate the world of Baby Killer Scissorhands. Religious people, some not all, back this psycho up. No one is right in this situation. And if I was actually one of any faith, I would say little Baby Jesus in a tutu-Allah-Vishnu Caravan-Buddha-Princess Di would so be really pissed the fuck off right now. Stop doing stupid shit in the name of your God. If they wanted it done...THEIR FUCKING GOD, THEY WOULD HAVE DONE IT YOU DRIPPY ANAL SACK! ffs!

Weird people who take up the cover of the newspaper and make it hard for me to find the movie listing sections...F.T.N!

P.S. And if your gonna kill baby killer man, dont shoot him, stab him in the head with a pair of scissors...now thats Karma and makes for a way better Lifetime T.V movie...kbye!

Hey Fucknugget...COME ON DOWNNNNN!

The world never ceases to amaze me. Nor do the people in it. I refer to both lives as it is an ever present coincidence that asshats flock into all plains of my sight. With unwavering manipulation, the drones and sheep of the world follow through on their masters daily plans. Moving like cattle, they do as they are told, think what they assume should be thought and react only under prying eyes in a way that will deliver them a smile from judgement.
In just a short matter of time, I have observed and experienced, firsthand, the self-mutilation called comformity. If thats not a word, I just made it up so shut the fuck up and keep readng. Or not, I could really care less at this point. Is the kitty Bish angry, sure, why the fuck wouldnt she be? Is the faint remnants of the chick beyond just a little pissed off, even more so. Because there is no form of escape from the tyrants of the world. The ever present untouchables.
In either life, the sight of little minions scurrying about doing the biddings of their owners is a shameful thing to see. It is even more shameful to hear no voice stand up against such blatant stupidity and control.
Let me be the first to say, the things I find important may mean absolutely nothing to you. And vice versa. You may want a talking belly and the white picket fence in one life and the party girl demeanor in the next. You may want the party girl demeanor because you have the stay at home stuck in a rut syndrome. Fuck if I know, fuck if I care.
My heartfelt annoyance of the day, week, month and year is people who assume that their priority should be yours. For a hypocrite, it is easy to tell a stranger or even a friend, a coworker, a soldier in battle...to get the fuck over something. When in all actuality, lifes traumas...trials and tribulations effect us all. Remind me to cry for you over the stupidest fucking thing when the world is facing much bigger issues then you and your demented ideas of relevance.
We all wear masks and we play the game and we put up a front and we say its all real and its all life and its all meaningful and we're such good friends and family and peers and elders and this and that and the next. But the level of selfishness that spews from the lips of babes makes me want to projectile vomit.
If I hear one more person say, "well but I've been through this and I dealt with it," I swear to the all mighty Allah, Buddha, King motherfucking Tut Baby Jesus in a tutu, I will personally make it my mission to ruin your god damned existance. Since when did this become "My trauma can top yours?" Is this a new game show I fucking missed? Because the ratings suck and you should feel utterly ashamed of your lack of emotion and brain matter. Would I stare in the eyes of a Cancer patient and say, "well sucks to be you but um yeah...I got into a car accident and it costs money so dont come crying to me," NO I WOULDNT YOU IDIOTIC SORRY EXCUSE FOR A FUCKING HUMAN BEING! WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE! Would I look at the AIDS patient and say, "hey yeah, wow that blows but damn if my hemroids aint acting up," UM YEAH THATS A BIG FUCKING HELL TO THE NO!
But if it makes people feel better to play the "I CAN TOP YOUR PAIN GAME," be my motherfucking guest. But be prepared to be deemed a worthless piece of shit. A waste of air. A fearful example of what the youth will grow up striving to be. Pack your bags now lil children and run for cover because if these are the people you have to look up to, I pity you and the shitty life you will lead.
Ive watched people be idolized, fucking worshipped for being tyrants. Ive watched people cover up and make excuses for the unexcusable behaviour of mentally unstable cuntscabs. In our world, whichever you so feel inclined to apply this letter of hate to, employers can DEMAND that you choose work over family, family can stab you in the back and face and smile behind fakeness so pungent, maggots blow chunks, friends can abolish bonds based on unvalidated grievances and then send spies to keep tabs, like a kitty bish dont know.
Let me put out this warning right fucking now: IF YOU DONT LIKE WHAT I SAY, DEAL WITH IT OR BOUNCE! There is but one voice, one chance, one truth and I refuse to be cattle and say what you want me to say. Im gonna scream to the motherfucking mountains, how I want to, when I want to. I dont very much look good in wool and it makes me itchy, so being a sheep, in ANY life, is NOT an option for me.
Feel free to talk shit amongst yourselves, I'll be sunbathing on my beach. That is all. Oh...almost forgot...

ANYONE who things their priority NEEDS to be my priority...F.T.N!!!!!!!

P.S. If you really want to stress your brain on who this is about, let me let you in something. Theres a 99.9% chance its someone you dont know, will never know so feel free to assume away. Then again, as shitty as people are, Im so fucking sure it can or will apply to someone you do or will know. Hate to break it to you, but they are out there, EVERYWHERE.

Kitty Bish has been silent...
Kitty Bish feels like talking...

Give it a few beers...

Stay tuned bitches *hiss*

Dun Dun Dun Dunnnn

Ladies and Gentleman, may I have your attention please!

As you may have noticed, if you've checked your mailbox any time within the past couple of weeks, tis the season for endless "I do's." In the spirit of this inevitable and ridiculous time of year, I am happy to say just some of my donts. Now, this is not to be a scrooge about the whole lovey dovey cutesy bullshit everyone seems so excited about. This is just a simple reminder that for every one couple that will see Autumn, the other 10 pairs will be with someone new, fucking their brains out, all while not thinking about their ex "partner for eternity." (Apparently eternity now means Memorial Day to Labor Day.) So, without further ado...

• DONT invite every person you have ever met, seen, heard of, use to know, kinda know, think you might know, or wore the same shirt as last week just to fill up those god awful pews. These people do not care if you get married, they dont care if you get partnered, hell...they dont care if you are breathing let alone tying the knot. Spare them, spare them all.
• DONT change the date 15 times in a week. This is just rude and comes off as if you think you are somehow very important. Now I know what you are thinking, "but I am important," well, heres the news kiddo...not enough for me to miss my 5pm nail appointment on Tuesday, my lunch date on Thursday or my Salsa dance on Saturday. Quite frankly, Id rather get a call from my doped up OBGYN saying she needs to stick a scope up my urethra blindfolded in a dirty alley then sit thru your wedding, so feel free to just stick to one date I can decline on.
• DONT make a big deal if this is wedding number 5 for you. The feeling of excitement and genuine joy for you dwindles each time we are reminded just how much of a sloppy failure of a hoe you are. Wedding one failed, meh, shit happens. Wedding two failed, well you should have put out more. Wedding three failed, damn it...you sack of anal crust, you put out to the wrong guy. Wedding four failed...okay you have to know him at least a week for christs sake...you see where Im going with this. By wedding five, you are lucky if I give you a "hey. grats." let alone attend.
• DONT reserve a huge fucking church with a pastor/priest/rabbi/shaman and expect people to sit thru two hours of poppycock bullshit you call a service. Dear baby jesus, please acknowledge this matrimony as it is holy and blessed now and until she creates an alt to fuck his best bro only after he tps that stripper in to get some head. AMEN! We know your deal, having some clean cut wedding isnt going to hide your nasty ways. Mind as well keep it true and invite everyone to a little shack in the woods where anyone can gang bang you while your man jacks off while talking some emo jive. Oh wait, thats the reception.
• DONT waste money/time/energy/photoshop skills making those invites. I dont ever open them. Just hit me up with the date and I would be glad to say no immediately.
• DONT make a wedding group. I can only have 25 groups in my rolodex, do you think this group is important enough to stay? Dont rush, just think about it....NOPE! it sure aint. REMOVE!
• DONT wear those stupid fucking tags, "Mrs. SOANDSO," "MR. SOANDSO," "JUST MARRIED," These are lame and for the love of the heavenly dalilamidingdong, do you really need to stretch out your 15 minutes of attention whoring into an endless reminder of how sad you truly are?
• DONT expect a gift. Call me cheap, call me something, but be sure not to call me asking wtf your gift is. You know what your gift is, its these new fucking shoes Im rockin', what you think about that? Sweet huh? Yeah I thought so, thats why I bought them for myself you soggy turd.
• DONT ask me to be in your wedding. I mean you could but heres the honest truth. I will just hit up everyone in the crowd and talk about how lame it is/ how fat your ass looks in that dress (not in the good way), probably go afk for the whole thing and make a sammich, or I will engage in some fine distant sex, getting my major freaky dick suckage on while you are saying "I do,"...."Do you kitty bish, feel like cumming up and down the aisle...why yes, yes I do!" Hah, mine is better then yoursssss! Suckers!
• DONT cry to me, wave at me, sulk by me when it fails. I wont say it but I told you so, I told you so neener neener pumpkin eater, I so told you so you moronic assclown, you walking fecal marshmallow man, you idiotic vaginal secretion. You are a fucking joke and Im sooooo laughing at you right now.
• and last but not least...DONT assume that because Im not the wedding chick that I dont think its a beautiful thing. Oh no, my dears. I think a wedding can be magic, fluffy and all that mushy bullshit you so happen to think is crucial. But if its so god damn meaningful between you and your booboogonnadumbyousoon, have it in private, in a hidden place, behind the walls of a beautiful castle, in the hills of a snowy mountain, on a boat over oceanic waves, between you and the person of your hearts desire. That my dears, is a wedding Im all about not attending and all about supporting. Everything else is quite frankly faking that, "look at us, dont we look happy, please tell us we look happy, for the love of god why wont you say we look happy, do you think he's cheating, do you think he knows I am," happiness. And to that...I say F.T.N!

Happy Weddings =) I also do ba mitzvahs and quinceniras

Cause...Effect

Pulling no stops, I have no love, compassion or respect for anyone who can/chooses to address people with no regard for emotions that may follow. Yes, the kitty bish is brash and in your face, but at the end of the day, if I make you cry, the least I could do and would do is offer your weepy ass a hankie.
For the rest of you, get your head out of your ass and realize that every person you meet, every face you make, everything you say and ESPECIALLY how you choose to say it can be the end all/be all of a situation. FTN! is all about saying what you want to say, a gift given to us in this creation that we should utilize with certainty and conviction. In that same notion, feel free to reep the benefits, both positive and negative from the things you say and how you choose to deliver them. Because even in this pretty world where people can do what they like, there is always repercussions. Enjoy them. I say that with sincerity and only the slightest glint of vengance in my eye. FTN!