Karma: A Saturday morning bitchfest

You know what they say about karma, she's a bitch.  Or maybe I am- I dunno, but somebody's definitely a bitch.

When I was younger, I used to be a lot more moody than I am these days.  I certainly had times when I ran hot and cold with people I dated. And now its my turn to get taken for a ride.  Up and down, up and down- I think I am getting motion sickness.

The problem is that I am not nearly as patient and understanding as people who may have put up with me in the past.   I am pretty much the opposite of patient and understanding.  Now that I have myself all figured out and understood, I want to be with a person who is one the same page.  No pouting, no yelling, no endless apologies- just a smooth, easy ride.  That's all, and I don't think that is too much to ask.

And since that isn't too much to ask, how about a person who doesn't break plans with you to drink with their friends because they told you they would stop drinking excessively.  I would think the realization
that drinking makes you act like a giant asshole to the person you are supposed to care about would be reason enough to not ever want to drink.

But, it is not for some people.  And I think that is ridiculous.

I also think that people who cancel dinner plans with someone they haven't seen all week to go drinking don't deserve the opportunity to ruin another evening.

And karma may be a bitch, but this girl is not about to be somebody's bitch.