Fast-food-to-bridal-party bitch fest Hey y’all. I have a confession to make: I am a complainer and a hypocrite. Every week I say to love more, bitch less and be fabulous.
Well, I got the love in abundance, and I am fabulous for days. But I don’t practice what I preach: I bitch more than anyone I know.
My poor husband and best friends have to listen to me bitch and complain almost constantly. I swear, I don’t know how I ever have anyone around me without them rolling their eyes constantly.
Hell, maybe they do, but I am so self-absorbed and running my mouth so much, I don’t even notice it. I also say “I hate …” so much. “Hate” is such a strong word, and I use it too freely.