Dish It UP!

“Sometimes being a bitch is the only thing a woman has to hold on to.” – Delores Claiborne, “Delores Claiborne” by Stephen King

While I am not a woman (nor to I want to be), I think there comes a point in one’s life where he or she just has to be… well, a bitch.

This is where I am trying to curve my attitude in all walks of life. So far, it is doing me some good.

At work, I am beginning to check people on their bullshit more and more. I care less and less about what people think, while still keeping MYSELF in check and I’ve recently found myself unafraid to voice my opinion.

For a while, I had fallen off track and completely lost my personality among a pack of wolves, but through self-talk, self-evaluation and the current state of reality tv, I have learned that I am a human being with emotions, needs and wants and I have every right in the world to life a comfortable, bullshit-free life. No one can tell me “no” or “you can’t,” because I motherfuckin’ can.

In the words of “Flavor of Love’s” New York, “Y’all don’t want none… but if you do, I’ll dish it. Okay? And I’m not talking about no small plate, baby. I’ll give ya a whole BUFFET. Is that what you want? A buffet? Oh, I’ll dish it UP!”

And that’s what I’m gonna do… Dish. It. Up.