See that post below? Yes….you will need a password for it. Email me, if you really want to read it, at Summermoon98[AT] gmail[dot]com 
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Now the Obligatory Post
When I Get Angry
There are several things which I think it is just inexcusable to do. They are not wacky, or out there in any way. They are just things which I think that people should understand that is is bad form to do. Or at least, I did. But apparently it is not so. No matter if you tell someone that you do not like a certain thing, they do it anyway. Someone I thought understood that they should not do a certain thing to me, did the inexcusable. And I got angry. I did. I want to yell at them and demand an explanation for their blatant disregard for my feelings. But no. I stayed silent and then laughed it off. And that makes me even angrier. Why can’t I just tell them?
I know why they did it. It wasn’t a good reason, or even one that could be excused. It was too obvious to be anything else. They wanted to accomplish something that would further their own aims, and nothing was going to stop them. Not even the fact that they knew I would not be pleased, to put it mildly. I had ranted about people who did that inexcusable thing to this person before. And this person, at least to my face, agreed with me. This person said that it was a most annoying and inexcusable thing and it simply shouldn’t be done in good company. But as soon as I leave the building for a moment, they do this thing, and I come back and catch them in the act. And what did I do? Nothing…Because I wasn’t brave enough to tell them what I thought. And what I knew. So I left it.
And here I am ranting on this blog now, angry and totally knowing that I’m not going to do anything about it.
Summermoon
Well…
As you are all very intelligent, I’m sure you have worked out that this is my new blog. And also you have probably worked out from the title above this post, this isn’t going to be a book blog. Oh no…Not at all. I am going to rant and rave. Why? Because I feel like it. At the moment, I want an outlet of some sort, so this is going to be it. Most of the posts will probably be password protected. So, I guess read on if you dare.
