For the Week of February 2, 2003 edited by Jadesyren

Name: Amy
Reasons for being a Heartless Bitch:
It's a job requirement. I'm a unix sysadmin. I would have been
eaten alive by clueless users years ago if I weren't a Heartless
Bitch.
My boss, in fact, calls me the Daemon Bitch Goddess.
My most common (paraphrased) conversation with users goes like this -
user: "Amy, I can't find my butt" me: "Have you tried sitting on
your thumbs?"
I stopped taking guff years ago. People respect that. Hell, *I*
respect that. It makes it easier to sleep at night when you don't
have to think of all the things you could have said (because
you already said them.)
One Liner:
I don't care what your problem is. Go away.

Name: Leslie
Reasons for being a Heartless Bitch:
I want to slap one of my floormates when she continues to whine about the same dumn ass guys who use her when she is drunk, yet she continues to drink and haev one night stands.
It makes me want to vomit when my prissy friend dressed like a hooch to get mail attention.
I would like to kick my so-called-friend for being so jealous of my brains.
One Liner:
As opposed to a dumb-ass bitch, I am a smart-ass bitch.

Name: Kitten Blade
Reasons for being a Heartless Bitch:
One Liner:
I am thee Bitch. Dumbed by my friends

Name: Mikan
Reasons for being a Heartless Bitch:
I am the propriotor of a prostitution ring that strives in each and every way to break up marriages with the man as the sole breadwinner for his wife and many hungry, needy children. It's a form of population control I particularly enjoy, because poor and/or minority people are stupid and useless and all their children should die horrible, painful deaths from lack of food and shelter.
One Liner:
Just Drop Dead Already

Name: Emmy
Reasons for being a Heartless Bitch:
Where to begin?
Well, I suppose my beautiful site should explain a lot of it, though...okay.
Right. I'm young but very, very bitchy. Grounded every other week, hiding in my room from my wrathful mother and idiotic brother. I'm what you'd call a goth at school,
which allows me to recieve unlimited ridicule, that of course, is retaliated to quite promptly.
I cannot tolerate stupidity. It's not your race, gender, or sexual orientation that makes you a bad person. It's your
work-ethic and intelligence. I find those to be lacking in my peer-group.
I have a varied collection of mutilated Valentine's commercialism attached to my things and my
person right now. My antisocial cat (formerly, cats) adores me because our personalities are very well-matched (and I lovingly stroke him for hours at a time).
Nan's (my great aunt) puppy, however, tends to run and hide when I come around. I'm not that bad, am I?
One Liner:
Shut up and die already. You're wasting resources and space by just standing there. Look at you, breathing! Inhaling our oxygen!

Name: Rachel
Reasons for being a Heartless Bitch:
I came off a split from my boyfriend of roughly six months. We met online after I started
talking with him in a webcomic forum. He was good at the time, and quite friendly, but he started courting me. We split once before from his lack of satisfaction,
but got back together a month later. I considered him my first true boyfriend, if only because I had more effort into my schoolwork, arts, novels, etc. than I did in hopping from one man to the next in hopes of vindication.
The recent split was more than just a lack of interest, and I was having doubts about the breakup. Worse yet, I was concerned that I would turn into one of the relationship-hoppers.
My friend, a fellow Heartless Bitch ,
led me to the section on 'Nice Guys' and helped me see my boyfriend for what he was - an
insecure dreamer who put me on a pedestal and considered himself the "luckiest guy on earth" and that he "didn't deserve me" because "I was so perfect". Those are his words, not mine. Being a
bitch ignorant in the traits of nice guys, I thought I had fallen in love with a great man. I see that while he had a few good points, he wasn't worth keeping.
I knew the site for a while, and while I had several bitchlike qualities, I never felt that I had a good reason to deem myself an HB. Now I do.
I never stopped working on the things that I knew would serve me well - my studies, my arts, and my writing. I plan to keep working on them. My romantic interlude changed only one thing about me - it turned me into a Heartless Bitch. I have every intention of staying that way.
One Liner:
The definition of nice is 'trivial'. No wonder nice guys finish last.

Name: natalie
Reasons for being a Heartless Bitch:
i am tired of men treating women like under class-men and being so sexually rude with women and thinking it's o.k. or that it's flirting.
I'm also sick of you tired ass women whining about how men are assholes when your the ones picking the assholes.
Of course men are assholes . What's your I.Q.
Women have all the power when it comes to picking mates and if they don't then they need a lesson in dating or maybe women-hood. Women used to have something over men.
they had race,
elegance,dignity,self-respect,a higher level of excistence,pride,honor,and most of all the respect and admiration of the men who actually mattered. nice job!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
One Liner:
men are assholes and women are stupid or/and (ignorant,blind,settling).

Name: Alison
Reasons for being a Heartless Bitch:
Well, apparently I am a heartless bitch because I am a Witch - yes, I said "a Witch".
..and I VOTE! (WELL DONE, SISTER SUFFRAGETTE!!!) What does that mean exactly,
aside from the fact that I have a joyous perspective of life and (contary to popular belief), have neither the NEED, nor DESIRE to be "converted" or "saved"?
Well...that I have "soap-boxes" - too many to number. From the regilious stand point, it means I (personally) espouse a regilious ideology,
not accepted by "main-stream" society,
that embraces the feminine aspect of the Divine...without
diminishing the masculine aspect - which of course, puts me at odds with all the "Dianics" out there. (The
"Goddess only" worshippers, or "Matriarchal rule" mind set). But it's really much more than just that. What "I am" is a well-educated environmentalist, wife, and mother, who is painfully aware of the full scale of atrocities being committed by corporations and our government, in the
twisted names of "Progress, Freedom, and Security"! I firmly believe in a woman's right to choose to control her own reproductive organs - and that, obiviously, makes me Pat Robert666son's worst fucking nightmare!
(That, being able to fill-out my own bra,
and the voting...) But contary to what "Patsy" would have you believe...I am not busy planning to over-throw our government,
or killing babies, or leaving my husband, or praticing lesbianism - even though I do, indeed, pratice Witchcraft. But just because I am a "Craft pratitioner" does not, in any way, mean that I "worship Satan"!!!
I DON'T EVEN BELIEVE IN SATAN! "Satan", in my opinion, is an excuse and a threat. He's the excuse some people use for behaving heinously towards others ("the Devil made me do it"), and
he's a threat used to control the actions of children ("if you're bad you'll go to hell to live with *Satan*"). Give me a break! Here's an idea! How about taking complete fucking responsibility for your own actions once in a while! And while I'm at it, I really don't give a fat-happy-rat's-ass about YOUR lovelife (or lack there of),
nor do I wish to instruct you in how to create a voodoo doll to "zap" your (boss, husband, boy/girlfriend...fill in the blank)! If you feel your life sucks - you are probably right, so I suggest you get off your ass and do something...ANYTHING(!)..about it! We all have problems! The biggest difference between yours and mine (aside from the spelling) is that I will take an active part in fixing mine!!! That's enough...I'm done.
One Liner:
The truth only hurts when it HAS to.

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