Yes, I'm a Bitch and?

Don't think for one second I don't know what people say about me.  They say; "that crazy bitch Lisette this, and that crazy bitch Lisette that..."  Yes, and? What?  What. About. Damn. It. Okay.  It's not a secret I'm a tiny bit of a sociopath.  Obviously so, which is why I've been on medication since I was ten years old.  Are the meds working? Considering I just pushed the biological father of my two youngest missing children out of a flying helicopter over Lake Michigan, I'd venture to say not well enough. And guess what?  I just booted the pilot out on his ass too. Quite literally.  He probably now has a permanent stiletto heel imprint against his rib cage. Did I  mean to kick him so hard?  No. But the bastard wouldn't jump. You simply can not be on my payroll and not jump when I say jump. I did in fact have a very good reason for you know, asking him to jump.  John, another one of my cousins, wasn't flying fast enough, and as it stands right now I have places to go, and pissed-off drug cartel hit-men to avoid.

If I recall correctly from early childhood my cousin John is an excellent swimmer.  He'll be fine, just as I'm certain Vladimir Gonzalez will be too; fine that is - the lousy human hybrid beast.  Vladimir thinks his world would be better off without me in it. Imagine that?  I say he's mistaken with his rage and once I've had a chance to regroup I'll be sure to correct his mind set.

Enough Lisette - you crazy manic over-medicated bitch!

Enough of me thinking about them and them and them.  I have more pressing and immediate concerns at hand like flying this damn chopper. I've got to get the hell out of Illinois and land this thing before the alcohol I'm currently consuming gets the better of me.  Yes, I know, flying and drinking is against someone's law, but I'm not technically a licensed pilot, and so it's not as if I get caught they can revoke my license or something annoying like that.

I'll just toss the flask out the door...after I drain it.  Alcohol is such a terrible thing to waste.  So are shoes, and right now mine are covered in blood.  Too bad I don't know from who.