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an open letter to a friends only post by poliana
her entry:
Yesterday, I took a trip out to Willow Grove, Pennsylvania so I could swim in a luxurious outdoor pool with Molly & Debbie & Ally & Debbie's brother Eric. I may be spelling names wrong, and Eric may be Ally's brother. I am unclear on this point.
Anyway. Swimming! Sangria! Rum & cokes! And then Mexican food & margaritas! I got home at 10:00 pm, and pretty much just decided to go to bed. Of course, I tossed and turned until 1:00 am because I couldn't stop thinking about the impending confrontation at work today.
Yeah, that went well. Karla basically tossed out our friendship. Not like we had been hanging out that much, because she was always "poor" whenever I asked her to go to the movies with me or anything. But still...I think it's such a damn shame. She wouldn't even talk to me about it, so I guess I'll never know what I did to piss her off in the first place. Blahhhh. O, and apparently she knows my LJ password (just like she knows her boyfriend's e-mail password...she's so HONEST) so now I've gotta go and change that. Totally pathetic.
my response (too long to post as a general comment):
i think that it's pretty sweet that you decided to let me in on this post. i'm extremely glad that you and i are still close enough to not only be considered 'friends' but that in an exclusive posting to your little journal here, you've deemed me worthy of reading it.
or were you just trying to say that karla knows my email password, and therefore must know yours?
when browsing through a person's livejournal 'userinfo,' it IS possible to see their denoted 'memories.' not only the categories, but also the journal post's title. i believe the entry in contention is 'LJ drama from a Jersey scumbag' under the category 'Bitches' in which you also post a personal conversation with christina. anyone who can use a computer can see this. you don't even have to be a livejournal user, let alone a friend, to view this. totally not secret.
now, you seem to have a running track record of livejournal drama, including but not exclusive to mutual friends of you and i. boys, girls, it doesn't matter, you seem to take offense at every slight, blowing up into rants that go on for pages about trivial matters.
this is generally fairly amusing to me.
when you like a boy, generally who is either a) not attracted to you or b) unavailable due to prior engagements with other females, your first reaction seems to be to freak the fuck out, drop major bombs on your lj and scream and shout and otherwise throw a juvenile hissy fit. i like watching adults make fools of themselves, so i generally keep an eye on what you are up to.
to address matters of such little consequence makes me wonder, however, about your state of mind while doing so. i understand that you find it hard to find friends, dates, find men who are 'into' you, et cetera, but by now you should be pretty accustomed to the fact that you are not that desirable. physically, certainly, but to act the way you do only drives people further away. it actually makes people feel a little ill to hang out with you, converse with you, enter into your inner circle, break through the fragile shell of your heart to find the bleakness that lies within. you are, quite certainly, a shitty person inside and out. you have no right to feel morally superior to those who scorn you, as most have tried and failed to befriend you, generally out of pity.
poliana, i think that mainly this contention of yours is out of spite over being called on your shit. now, i know it sucks to get called on your shit, i've been called on my shit before as well, and it isn't the best thing in the world, but sometimes it opens us up to new facets of ourselves that we hadn't previously considered. i know that it sucks to have school completely paid off (by your father), have a job that pays for grad school (at drexel, take out loans for your apartment (wtf), and have another job which you do not even attempt to act like you consider a real job, mainly by coming in hours late, leaving hours early, and signing your timesheets for 10 hours when even by rational mathematics and clock-reading would only give you 9, of which you were actually there for no more than a few (at temple). what i do not understand, however, is how you can justify being angry with an organization (temple university) who deems it unfair that you are 'on the clock' for 20 hours per week, of which you only show up for 5. this blows my mind. i know that you feel entitled to more money, but it seems to me working at my lowly job that you should be getting paid enough at one job to work it out to live and eat and get around just fine. i do. what is the deal with that? do you find it so hard to live off a few hundred a week? i know your apartment is not that expensive, you have bragged about it to me.
the bottom line, poliana, is that a) you cannot do mathematics or read clocks worth a shit b) you complain far too much for your own good c) you feel entitled to far too much, far exaggerating the small amount of goodness you actually possess d) you are far too excited to be a friend but not be friendly e) you are a liar. a goddamn dirty rotten liar and manipulator. if you find it wholly self-congratulatory to read my reply to your misinformation tactics on this stupid livejournal, good. if you would only realize that telling people partial information about the situations that arise in your social life and at work is not the optimal way to achieve your goal of making friends, all of us would be better off f) you are a sucker. a bitchy, melodramatic, asshole of a sucker and i really wish you would fuck off.
that seems to be pretty much it. have at it with comments/rants/bullshit/lj deletion/friends list deletion/myspace deletion/whatever
oh, and your back tire keeps busting because you are too fat for your bike.
eric
her entry:
Yesterday, I took a trip out to Willow Grove, Pennsylvania so I could swim in a luxurious outdoor pool with Molly & Debbie & Ally & Debbie's brother Eric. I may be spelling names wrong, and Eric may be Ally's brother. I am unclear on this point.
Anyway. Swimming! Sangria! Rum & cokes! And then Mexican food & margaritas! I got home at 10:00 pm, and pretty much just decided to go to bed. Of course, I tossed and turned until 1:00 am because I couldn't stop thinking about the impending confrontation at work today.
Yeah, that went well. Karla basically tossed out our friendship. Not like we had been hanging out that much, because she was always "poor" whenever I asked her to go to the movies with me or anything. But still...I think it's such a damn shame. She wouldn't even talk to me about it, so I guess I'll never know what I did to piss her off in the first place. Blahhhh. O, and apparently she knows my LJ password (just like she knows her boyfriend's e-mail password...she's so HONEST) so now I've gotta go and change that. Totally pathetic.
my response (too long to post as a general comment):
i think that it's pretty sweet that you decided to let me in on this post. i'm extremely glad that you and i are still close enough to not only be considered 'friends' but that in an exclusive posting to your little journal here, you've deemed me worthy of reading it.
or were you just trying to say that karla knows my email password, and therefore must know yours?
when browsing through a person's livejournal 'userinfo,' it IS possible to see their denoted 'memories.' not only the categories, but also the journal post's title. i believe the entry in contention is 'LJ drama from a Jersey scumbag' under the category 'Bitches' in which you also post a personal conversation with christina. anyone who can use a computer can see this. you don't even have to be a livejournal user, let alone a friend, to view this. totally not secret.
now, you seem to have a running track record of livejournal drama, including but not exclusive to mutual friends of you and i. boys, girls, it doesn't matter, you seem to take offense at every slight, blowing up into rants that go on for pages about trivial matters.
this is generally fairly amusing to me.
when you like a boy, generally who is either a) not attracted to you or b) unavailable due to prior engagements with other females, your first reaction seems to be to freak the fuck out, drop major bombs on your lj and scream and shout and otherwise throw a juvenile hissy fit. i like watching adults make fools of themselves, so i generally keep an eye on what you are up to.
to address matters of such little consequence makes me wonder, however, about your state of mind while doing so. i understand that you find it hard to find friends, dates, find men who are 'into' you, et cetera, but by now you should be pretty accustomed to the fact that you are not that desirable. physically, certainly, but to act the way you do only drives people further away. it actually makes people feel a little ill to hang out with you, converse with you, enter into your inner circle, break through the fragile shell of your heart to find the bleakness that lies within. you are, quite certainly, a shitty person inside and out. you have no right to feel morally superior to those who scorn you, as most have tried and failed to befriend you, generally out of pity.
poliana, i think that mainly this contention of yours is out of spite over being called on your shit. now, i know it sucks to get called on your shit, i've been called on my shit before as well, and it isn't the best thing in the world, but sometimes it opens us up to new facets of ourselves that we hadn't previously considered. i know that it sucks to have school completely paid off (by your father), have a job that pays for grad school (at drexel, take out loans for your apartment (wtf), and have another job which you do not even attempt to act like you consider a real job, mainly by coming in hours late, leaving hours early, and signing your timesheets for 10 hours when even by rational mathematics and clock-reading would only give you 9, of which you were actually there for no more than a few (at temple). what i do not understand, however, is how you can justify being angry with an organization (temple university) who deems it unfair that you are 'on the clock' for 20 hours per week, of which you only show up for 5. this blows my mind. i know that you feel entitled to more money, but it seems to me working at my lowly job that you should be getting paid enough at one job to work it out to live and eat and get around just fine. i do. what is the deal with that? do you find it so hard to live off a few hundred a week? i know your apartment is not that expensive, you have bragged about it to me.
the bottom line, poliana, is that a) you cannot do mathematics or read clocks worth a shit b) you complain far too much for your own good c) you feel entitled to far too much, far exaggerating the small amount of goodness you actually possess d) you are far too excited to be a friend but not be friendly e) you are a liar. a goddamn dirty rotten liar and manipulator. if you find it wholly self-congratulatory to read my reply to your misinformation tactics on this stupid livejournal, good. if you would only realize that telling people partial information about the situations that arise in your social life and at work is not the optimal way to achieve your goal of making friends, all of us would be better off f) you are a sucker. a bitchy, melodramatic, asshole of a sucker and i really wish you would fuck off.
that seems to be pretty much it. have at it with comments/rants/bullshit/lj deletion/friends list deletion/myspace deletion/whatever
oh, and your back tire keeps busting because you are too fat for your bike.
eric