Do any of you bitches out there worry about being a bitch? This blogging bitch wants to embrace her inner bitch, here and now, by sharing two pages of The Daily Bitch calendar:
Would it break this blog if I changed the title from The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally to Anyone Who Judges People is a F#!*ing Asshole?
Feel free to bitch about that or about my other photos from yesterday:
Yesterday, I bitched to my cell phone carrier about my phone not ringing. The first person I bitched to put me on hold for long periods of time and then told me that I needed to go to the Apple Store to fix it. I bitched about that and then, instead of connecting me to her supervisor, she transferred me to somebody else who, after my being on hold for another loooong time, bitched to me about the fact that the first person should not have transferred me to her but then kindly agreed to help me. It took her two bitching minutes to fix the problem by telling me to turn off “Do Not Disturb” on my phone. Together, we both bitched about how phones can accidentally be turned on to “Do Not Disturb” without people knowing about it. I would have been a lot bitchier and disturbed if I had driven all the way to the Apple Store just to find out it was such a bitchingly easy fix.
Today, I’ll be bitching about a cherished co-worker leaving my workplace by singing my original song “Hidden Thoughts” at a going-away party.
Here‘s my bitchin’ debut of “Hidden Thoughts” at an Open Mic from four bitching months ago:
Even bitches want to express gratitude, so many thanks to all who help me bitch in this daily blog and — of course! — to YOU.
My post tomorrow was going to be about judging…. 😊. And my judges robe!!!!
Your posts are bitchin’ fantastic, Colleen. ❤
Ha! You got me with that one! ❤ Made me laugh.
I won’t complain about your complaints, Ann. Our phones ar frighteningly hard to figure out.
They are a bitch, Mark! Thanks for not bitching about me.
♪٩(✿′ᗜ‵✿)۶♪ It was an itsy bitchy teenie weenie yellow polka-dot bikini. ꒰๑˃꒵˂꒱◞ ♪ And btw, I love your bitchin’ debut…♪♪((●♡∀♡))o～♪♪
I love all your bitchin’ comments, New Bitchin’ — I mean Bloggy — Cat!
Haha..lNew Bitchin’ Cat – love it.
♡(=´∇｀=)♡
Nothing like dealing with your phone/service provider to bring out one’s inner bitch. When I get a competent “help” person I want to get their direct line even if it means calling the Philippines or Ghana.
And my colleagues saw all 100% of my inner bitch when trying to buy a car that salesperson kept lying to me of its whereabouts. It is a good day or week or month (or longer) when my inner bitch has no need to surface.
Ooooh, this felt good talking about the inner bitch!!!
Have a bitchin’ great day Ann.
Ooooooh, it feels great talking with you, Eleanor!!
Thank you for the belly bitching laugh Ann 😆
Thank you for breathing in and sharing, Val. ❤
Sometimes you just feel better after a bit of bitchin’, and sometimes the best thing is to say, “Do not disturb. I’m disturbed enough already.”
Sometimes, no always, I just feel better after I’ve read your bitchin’ blog and comments, Chris.
I try to not judge people and I often bitch to my mum or daughters about stuff that has pissed me off
I never bitch about you, Joanne!
This sassy bitch gives this two thumbs up.
That makes this bitch very happy!!
Deep cleansing breaths Anne. Deep cleansing breaths. All my best to you.
Thank you for sending your best, JoHanna. It’s bitchin’ fabulous to see you here.
I have been working on a post entitled “why I had to be a bitch”. You just encouraged me to finish it up. Thank you
You just encouraged me to visit your blog and I’m so glad I did! Many thanks.
I love this hilarious blog post, Ann. Thank you. I do not disturb button error cracked me up. I’ve done that with an Android.
I love you, Maureen. Thanks for joining in with my bitchin’.
😂 😂 Thanks for the giggles😂
Thank YOU for letting me know, RoseMarie!
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I once had a T-shirt with Boston Bitch printed on it. A guy asked me if I was from Boston. I said, “No, I’m from Cincinnati.” His reply was, “Bitch”. Thanks for the memory and the laugh, Ann.
Thanks for sharing that great memory, Kat!