I want to be your bitch

I had a nice chat with my friend the other day about all the latest drama (recent mulch incident) that I tend to put myself through. Sometimes, I amaze myself and wonder why I can not lead a dull, easy life. Nothing is easy for me. I'm just not an easy person. Apparently, I thrive on chaos.

So, my friend, who's a huge Weezer fan (she was a Weezer/AM Radio groupie in the mid-90s) mentioned that Rivers Cuomo is engaged. Bummer, I said. Lucky for Rivers, my friend's already happily married. Yet, if she was single, she told me she would want to be his bitch. Yeah, I can see why she would lust for that. Being someone's bitch has it's good points. Hell, I wouldn't mind being Chris' bitch but then I'd get tired of him in a month's time because the sex was unspectacular. And no amount of "Colleen and I did this..." or "Colleen and I did that..." would make me want to jump his bones a little harder and with more force. Or would it? Nevermind.