"Hello," says the Good Bitch.
Perfectly imperfect. An eternal child trapped in an adult woman's body. As much of a dreamer as she is a doer.
More likely to understand others than to be understood by most. The quintessential nextdoor neurotic, Ms.Goody-Two-Shoes with an eccentric flair. A rather self-contained but widely unrecognized angel at the core. A teaser. A she-devil with a winsome smile rivaled by an unmistakable authoritative air, all in all belying the darkness in her biting humor. A multidimensional thinker constantly lamenting the cold depths of midnight, as she dances gleefully under the warm innocence of the early morning light. Superego in the flesh garbed with strict moral standards from head to toe. Within, a sleeping dragoness who breathes the undying fire of her playful free spirit. Possessed with the head of a perpetual scholar that knows no bounds. By this, an innate way of seeing and understanding that transcends the limitations of her small world.
Honest to a fault. Considerate to a fault. Loyal to a fault.
Cries easily but only behind closed doors; laughs heartily in company and in solitude.
Brilliant every once in a while. Stupid at times.
Black and white in her purpose. Born with a wildly colorful mind. Loves with no less than her whole heart. Thinks with no less than her whole brain. Speaks with the entirety of her soul. Fueled by unadulterated passion.
Constantly smiling but secretly self-sacrificing, a child-woman warrior gifted with the abilities of creation and
imagination. A struggling underpaid wordsmith with a wicked hand. A wanna-be ex-perfectionist who is also a
self-confessed techno-dunce.
And through it all, just another ordinarily extraordinary steel-willed bitch shrouded in an ocean of sugar-faced
bitches.
But one with a distinctive heart.
Not made of gold, though...But of pure liquid diamonds.
Perfectly imperfect. An eternal child trapped in an adult woman's body. As much of a dreamer as she is a doer.
More likely to understand others than to be understood by most. The quintessential nextdoor neurotic, Ms.Goody-Two-Shoes with an eccentric flair. A rather self-contained but widely unrecognized angel at the core. A teaser. A she-devil with a winsome smile rivaled by an unmistakable authoritative air, all in all belying the darkness in her biting humor. A multidimensional thinker constantly lamenting the cold depths of midnight, as she dances gleefully under the warm innocence of the early morning light. Superego in the flesh garbed with strict moral standards from head to toe. Within, a sleeping dragoness who breathes the undying fire of her playful free spirit. Possessed with the head of a perpetual scholar that knows no bounds. By this, an innate way of seeing and understanding that transcends the limitations of her small world.
Honest to a fault. Considerate to a fault. Loyal to a fault.
Cries easily but only behind closed doors; laughs heartily in company and in solitude.
Brilliant every once in a while. Stupid at times.
Black and white in her purpose. Born with a wildly colorful mind. Loves with no less than her whole heart. Thinks with no less than her whole brain. Speaks with the entirety of her soul. Fueled by unadulterated passion.
Constantly smiling but secretly self-sacrificing, a child-woman warrior gifted with the abilities of creation and
imagination. A struggling underpaid wordsmith with a wicked hand. A wanna-be ex-perfectionist who is also a
self-confessed techno-dunce.
And through it all, just another ordinarily extraordinary steel-willed bitch shrouded in an ocean of sugar-faced
bitches.
But one with a distinctive heart.
Not made of gold, though...But of pure liquid diamonds.