Good Riddence To TRASH!

So I came home this evening and checked the news, like I normally do (because, yes people, I am that sad). And guess what greeted me?

Evan Chandler, the man that participated in the destruction of my hero's career has committed suicide. I know it's wrong to be happy about the death of any fellow human being, but I must admit that I haven't shed a single tear or felt any sadness at the news of his passing. He broke Michael Jackson, weakened his health, ruined his public image, put him and his family through hell and took advantage of his wealth. Good riddance to bad rubbish is all I have to say.

Well today, after a lot of hard consideration, I decided to do a complete 'changing rooms' on my bedroom. I can honestly say that I've never seen so much trash come out of one room in my life. I'm proud of my hard work. I found a few CDs that I thought were lost forever and managed to finally get some form of organisation in order. Well done, me.

After a particularly eventful time last night, my mother apologized for being such a bitch to me. She came home from my Aunts looking unusually jolly, and when I asked her what she was so damn happy about she just said, "I have a secret. You'll find out what it is very soon."

I'm debating ending my relationship because of the following reasons:

1. He doesn't understand that I've had family issues recently.

2. He shamelessly flirts with his ex-girlfriend, via Facebook.

3. Recently, I've felt repulsed by everything that has a penis.

4. I miss my independence.

5. When I think about it, he actually is a cunt.

Peace out,

Bethany Louise.