there are certain ways that i just refuse be spoken to.

i don’t give a fuck who you think you are, but there is a level of reverence that i demand and that does that not automatically make me a bitch because of it…

it makes me assertive.

it makes me self-respected.

it makes me a fucking human being.

i don’t talk down to people…

i don’t entirely see the point in it.

no matter how goddamn low someone stoops, i would rather bite my tongue till it bleeds than to take off my five-inch heels and bring myself down to their level.

of course, i am not claiming to be an angel…

i have a defiantly sharp tongue and an even quicker wit, so if someone does make the ultimate mistake of crossing that line with me, i will unequivocally cut them down to size…

but only if the situation absolutely requires it.

which fortunately (for the other party) has not been the case in quite some time…

so where do other people get off thinking that it is okay…

or even worse, acceptable to do so?!

have there not been enough instances in which situations that seemingly started out as a simple argument have gone horribly awry, and ended inexplicably frighteningly?

i mean honestly, is it that imperative to cause a scene and raise your blood pressure in order to get your point across?

when was the last time that doing that brought about a positive outcome?

therefore, we should all make a conscious effort to calm the fuck down…

to think before we open our dumb fucking mouths and say something that we will undoubtedly fucking regret…

otherwise mother fucker, I WILL END YOU!

serenity now…