why i hate white people
What really irks me is when people tell me something like this:
"Don't try to make me look like a bitch."
Cast of characters: (to protect identities; renamed according to the type of people they are)
1. Me = me
2. Person I'm talking to (we'll call him Susan Lucci drama queen)
3. Random other person 1 (we'll call him Bruce Wayne mysterious)
4. Random other person 2 (we'll call him Brad Pitt {post Angelina Jolie} Cool until he dumped Jennifer)
5. Random other person 3 (we'll call him Ryan Phillipe totally hot and amazing)
6. Really slutty guy I go to school with (we'll call him Anna Nichole Smith nasty slut)
7. Some random guy I don't even know, but apparently Susan Lucci and Brad Pitt know him (we'll call him Marcus Arelius some guy)
8. Jessica Simpson (one of my friends)
9. Nicole Richie (my best friend)
The extra bitchy parts are in bold.
Funny/Ironic parts are in italics.
Days of our Queers
Susan Lucci: I think it would be best that you not come with me this weekend
me: k?
Susan: I don't do drama and I'm not going to start
me: umm, Susan, drama is all you have been doing lately.
Susan: it's better that you not come with us this weekend
Susan: you don't seem to think that we want the best for you
Susan: that's fine
Susan: just don't make me seem like a bitch
me: i don't need you to pick and choose what's the best for me
Susan: or say things about me in your xanga
me: actually, that wasn't about you
me: it was about Bruce Wayne
Susan: well you're doing a shitty job at picking what's best for you
me: in your opinion
Susan: (quoting me) "Thanks to Susan Lucci, I probably will leave here without anything holding me back."
me: i think i'm doing fine, and you seem to be the only one who thinks otherwise
me: yeah, that was about you
Susan: I'm the only one with balls to say it
Susan: that's what I'm talking about
Susan: that's rude
me: are you seriously calling me rude?
Susan: have I been wrong yet?
me: before you go calling people names, you should make sure your actions don't reflect those names.
me: yes
me: you have been wrong every single time
me: consistently
me: but you don't see it
me: because you won't stop and look at what you're doing
Susan: Brad Pitt?
me: what about him?
Susan: he brought some random trick home with him last night
Susan: and i've seen him with a lot of other people
Susan: and he's crazy [Bolded and Italicized]
Susan: I know
me: he had a date last night
me: and i don't care who he sees
me: because we're not together
me: we're still friends
me: and he's no more crazy than you are, or than i am
Susan: I don't think so
Susan: no cut marks
me: just because he's got the balls to do something about life
Susan: ending it?
me: yeah
me: if i had the balls to do it, i would have done it too
me: life is just a race till death
Susan: that's chickening out
me: and Brad wanted to win
Susan: flaking
Susan: and he did it because Marcus Arelius wouldn't come see him
Susan: in the mental hospital
me: i don't care if he did it because his kitty died
Susan: and Marcus Arelius only hooked up with him
Susan: that's retarded
Susan: it doesn't matter... I don't want you to come this weekend
me: that's fine, i wasn't wanting to come anyway
me: Nicole Richie wanted me to come
Susan: I did also when i thought you realized I was saying and doing what I was for your best interest
me: so whenever you said you were going to pick a fight with Ryan Phillipe at easy street?
me: that was in my best interest huh?
Susan: that was to make me feel better
me: yeah, i'm pretty sure most of the shit you say and do is to make yourself feel better
Susan: he pissed me off.. if not anyone else he's been one that I have approved of
Susan: and you said he wanted to punch me
Susan: I was going to dare him
me: yeah, no matter what it did to me and my progress with him
me: you were thinking of yourself
Susan: fuck that... he shouldn't be so damn petty
me: he wasn't being petty
Susan: I don't care who you are
me: you had no business bringing that up
me: it wasn't any of your business
Susan: he asked
me: not about Anna Nichole Smith
me: he didn't mention Anna at all
Susan: no I did
me: no shit
Susan: I wanted to know
me: it's none of your business what he did with Anna
me: just like it's none of your business what I did with Brad
Susan: if I'm going to judge someone I want to know the details
me: it's none of your business what Brad Pitt does with whoever
me: and so on and so forth
Susan: fine
Susan: fuck off
me: whatever Susan
me: it's too much for you to realize that you've done something wrong and just appologize
Susan: yes.
me: i never asked you to try to be my mother, so don't get pissed at me when I tell you to butt out.
Susan: I'm not pissed... I'm done
me: as long as we're agreed that I'm not the one to blame here.
Susan: no there is no agreement
me: you don't have to officially agree, as long as you know it's true.
Susan: well I don't see it
Susan: it doesn't matter... you've changed and not for the better
me: how have i changed?
me: because i don't put up with people's shit anymore?
Susan: I don't know but I don't like it
Susan: no
Susan: you're like all slutty now and it's kinda gross
me: yeah, i'm soooo slutty now
me: i just get with everyone.
me: i'm starting to see a pattern. people you don't like are automatically sluts.
Susan: no
Susan: just from what i know and what i've heard you say
me: right
Susan: I don't have to justify myself it's the impression that you're giving off...
me: you're the only one who seems to be picking up on it though.
me: is that not strange to you?
Susan: no
Susan: I'm the only one saying anything
me: right
Susan: how do you think i've come up to this conclusion...
Susan: others see it also
Susan: it's kinda worring us
me: right
Susan: try just saying your depressed but I don't know you don't seem to really be doing anything to help yourself
me: well who else are you talking about?
me: because I know Nicole doesn't see it your way
me: and I just talked to Jessica Simpson, and he doesn't either
me: they don't know what you're talking about.
me: so who else could you be referring to?
Susan: I'm not going to single anyone out
Susan: it's been said
Susan: I've talked to a couple people about it
me: well, people i've never met before, they don't count.
Susan: and we're all worried about you
me: i don't really care. you don't even know me.
me: you're too busy trying to 'protect' me
me: i don't need your worry.
Why would I want to make someone look like a bitch?
If you look like a bitch, it's your own doing, not mine.
If anyone has less to do with whether or not you look like a bitch, it's me.
I'm capable of making my own decisions, thanks. I don't need anyone to try to hold my hand and walk me through life. It's my fucking life, and I'll see, date, fuck, or do whatever the fuck I want to with whomever the fuck I want to. If I make a mistake, then it's my mistake to make.