Oh dear... Now I know I owe some people and apology, especially Tara and brennan, But man... I am still shaking I'm so angry at You, in particular, Tara. I'm sure you jsut spit it out wrong, and I took it way too personally, but with all the crap that's been going down lately, I'm jsut not in a real laughable state, nor in a state to perceive the figurative sense of a phrase. Please do forgive me for my explosion, but... I'm still extremely pissed. And I still beleive that it stems from my feelings of extremely low self-confidence.

At the moment, I'm confused, hurt, angry, and because of all that, extremely, subconsciously, pissed off. I know I need to go talk to Erik, calmly and collectedly, but... I don't think I could keep myself from jumping on top of him and trying to strangle him. Granted, I'd probably get killed because he has all those nice muscles and I have some very nice quantities of flab, all very attractive, no doubt, but anyway... I recognize the fact that I have to talk to him, but... I need to get myself thinking and not jsut reacting, and I need to be able to think about the situation and figure out the points of offense and defense I'd like to take up. Unfortunately, we're both stubborn as mules, so... neither of us will give. I will, of course, simply ebcause I hate it when things lay unexplained, and I have a serious problem with this whole sitaution. So...Whatever. I'll figure it out later... Prolly in a week or so.

Anyway... Back to hte what was up this morning. I haven't hung out with you guys at all, and No one ever seems to want to spend the time to hang out, so... I know that I, for one, am feeling extremely unfriend-like, and more like the acquaintance that no one likes anymore... So, that's why I'm so uptight about pretty much anything. I hate being left out, and I hate getting told that I'm not wanted. So... I'm sorry. But, those are both the messages I got this morning, and... two for two ain't bad Tara... Well, maybe in this case it was... Caused me to switch my screen name and ignore both you and brennan... LoL How great am I, huh?

But anyway... We are still going today, we're jsut hanging out in hte Burrillville crowd, and I for one, being so stubborn as I am, will ignore the whole Smithfield situation/crowd. You don't want me around, FINE! I don't want to be around! FUCK YOU ALL! I have my own friends, and you guys don't ahve to be involved in it, anyway.

Now, who was the one who warned both Erik and anyone else? I get hurt, It counts as a push. You push me, I'll shove you right back. So... If you don't like my words, my own take on things, here's what I have to say: Too bad. This is my blogger, and if you don't like what it says, don't read it.

So, I'm sorry if my harshness is a bit much for anyone, but... this is what I feel at this particular moment. (Now jsut imagine what my secret blogger's like... This is a tempered version of it! LoL)

Anyway... A list of the thng that have been botheirng me, for future documentation:
Tracy- Brainless ditz- I am not, but I think that if you think so, you obvioualy can't have much of a brain yourself.... HUN.
Joanna- I am NOT A BITCH, But you obviously msut be, if you think so... *snarls* Big problems there... can you tell?
Erik- Don't even make me go there.
Christmas party- The whole reason I wanted to have one, was so that I could see who got what. But... Nevermind. No worries. I'll get over it. Maybe by spring.

Either way... i'm done being a bitch. Please do excuse me once again, but... maybe I'm jsut PMS'ing. I wish I had an excuse like that... lmao. Bye bye all!