The Inner Bitch- Part One

So yesterday, I somehow come to my own conclusion that I am a little bit bitchy sometimes. Never mind that people tell me that all the time, 'cause who the heck do they think they are, anyway??? Honesty IS the best policy, and if it burns, its workin'! Also never mind that I have been intervened upon once or twice( more flies with honey, my arse), and that my bff recently told me in a super sarcastic voice that she "couldn't imagine WHY my mother in law wouldn't like me, and WHERE on EARTH did I get the idea that I may be stuck up?" Humph.
BTW, that hurt for a split second.... What does it mean to not be "THAT opinionated"???
Anyhow.
So, I started thinking of all the people my bitchiness may have affected.
I could only think of one person. He knows who he is, and in my defense, he admitted to being a mess when we met, and that his baggage was past carry-on before our little relationship sham thingy ever began.
Seriously now..... Why would anyone give me that much power in their life? To say that I, commentator of the world, am the sole ruiner of all things "you" is a huge responsibility that I just don't think I'm ready to accept.
Carlton Banks is a tween, you know, and I am quite busy scarring him for life, thank you very much.
So, as I make the first moves to quell the bitch within, I balk. Why should I? She serves no purpose to anyone but me. I love her and so do others, and if you don't know that she's for entertainment purposes only, then you deserve her scathing, curse word laden, self esteem withering wrath.
So there (arms folded in indignation).
And another thing? I'm sorry (again). Also, get a freakin' life. There's NO WAY I should still have this much power in your life for you to feel so passionately about the past.
Sheeeeee's baaaaack! Ive missed her so.....