The 1st of the Dear Sally Periodicals...

So yes, I am a bit stubborn about inside jokes being inside jokes between certain people.

Actually, I take that back, I’m stubborn about certain inside jokes being spread and turned into inside jokes with other people who were not part of the inside joke to begin with.

This is my little bitch-rant. I’m entitled to a once a week bitch-rant. And this is what I choose to have it on.

You bring it up to said person that your feelings were kind of hurt in such a situation and I love how they always get defensive about shit. Its like, Listen, bitch, I’m trying to tell you how I feel because you’ve complained that we don’t talk and when I do, you fucking get defensive about shit. OR make it seem like what I’m saying is petty… and it may be, but I’m fucking telling you for a god damn reason…not just to hear myself banter, because if I wanted to hear my own banter, I would do it WITHOUT you present.

[Edit: An Explanation- My Friend Ash and I had this inside joke where we had a gang sign for the "hood" we grew up in, which really isn’t a hood at all. It’s Rich-People-Are Us. And it was called the OV gang sign, which we kind of did just to be silly. Well that’s sort of always been our thing, we'd throw up the OV when people were doing West side... well all the sudden she has pictures and comments about the OV gangster’s and stuff. And it totally pisses me off… because I started that. And she makes it seem like everyone does it, which they don’t, it’s only because she’s said something to them. So I told her this and she shrugged it off. Over Reacting? Probably... : end edit]

So Tra la la, Tra La Lee…

Fuck you for taking something that meant something to me and turning it into such a fucking pop icon between you and your other friends.

I’ve decided to call my bitch-rants the Dear Sally Periodicals…So if you see this you may want to skip a head and not read them…Or read them, you may get amused by my tirades...