I hate that bitch...

I am usually not one for potty language. It's funny, I remember one day my wife and I were playing Scrabble with a good friend Justin. We always got goofy when we played and Justin had played the word "Bitch". Of course, his mom had walked into the room to do something and Justin quickly changed the word to "Birth" so as not to upset his mother.
Well, that just stuck. Whenever I had a colorful explative for a woman, I would call her a "birth" to my wife. We always chuckled about that.
Well today, FORGET IT!
Joanne is just a plain bitch. I hate her.
I'm not even gonna bother censoring myself here. She's not worth it.
I want to kick her teeth in.
She's rude, argumentative and moody.
She probably wouldn't be so bad if her behavior wasn't so erratic and unpredictable.
One minute, she Ms. Social and happy. The next, she's a raving lunatic.
I'm sure I'm not the only one that thinks she's a bag.

I come up with solution to a problem that Joanne would handle differently and all I get is dirty faces and condescending talk.
"Great! You would do it differently! But isn't the problem solved?" But obviously, she's the pro and has all the right answers and I'm the wierdo with solutions that don't suit her.
You know what?
(kick to the teeth)

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.