I should feel bad

I suppose I should feel bad. I should feel horrible and like a complete and udder bitch, and regret my actions. But I don't. Not one bit.

Eh, I won't be ditched for that. Far worse, carrier, bitchier, uglier and well, I just do not feel like being nice.

I've devoted more time and emotion than she ever will with a one night stand with him, that he will not even admit to. Infact, he made fun of it.

Ah, the joy of no one else knowing about my ranty blog. And I enjoy ranting here. It is great.