The Irony of Being Called a Bitch by Assholes
A memoir by me.
I was on the verge of sleep. Then the dog started barking. Now I can’t seem to go back to sleepy time. Help.
I desperately need a trimming of the hair. And probably make up because I look like I’m 7.
- *while playing with the rats*
- Stephen: Scabbers you're getting fat.
- Me: why do all our pets get fat?
- Dog off in the distance: *growls in her sleep*
- Together: Except you, Sadie.