Pollyana Cowgirl

Oooo... Splash!

Like a game of paintball, I realised without much trouble really, that I have been bitched.

Dare I say the word?

Sure will. I am no lexicographer... words often evade me, I use the same words all the time and how else can I explain this phenomenon where a seemingly innocently posed question, jolted me?

Not out of the blue... nah nah. Perhaps I felt orange, green and maybe even pink. Accustomed to the the oft repeated ritual of being bitched, I take it all in my stride.

Splish Splash.
And I realised, I really have been bitched.

I wonder if you noticed that during the attack of the paintballs, all players are sprayed with blobs of colours that only serve to indicate that you, yes you honey, will not be spared.
Vulgar diatribes are no longer my thang, I grew sick of tit-for-tat reflex reactions. Instead, I am now enjoying the crescendo of my career as a bitch. I am no asshole either.

I have since moved on to posting my rants on my blog. How`s that for keeping up with the times? IT savvy? Aye aye... that`s me.

So, in typical Cowgirl fashion I choose not to declare war, instead, I will again ride into the sunset. Just me and my little pony...

The paint will dry up, then you (yes, you out there) will realise that colours suit me just fine.

posted by Poot @ 2:37 PM