Sarah Morrison is a bitch.
August 1st, 2008 by Sarah Morrison
I knew none of these people at the time of this photo! Then I slept over there houses, went to their office, hugged them bunches, blogged a lil, and they eventually let me stay! Thanks Missbehave!
If asked to classify my personality I would call myself “a really nice girl.” If you asked my friends they would probably call me annoying and reference my ADD. I am OK with that. I feel there is a fine line between the two, three, whatever.
I have 30,000 Myspace friends. I have added none of them. My name is Sarah Morrison and I am people person. I was born with a frightening ability to be able to talk to almost anyone about anything/less than nothing. If you approach me, 20 minutes later you will wish you hadn’t. I talk to homeless people on the streets. Dudes in 711s. After a few drinks, those that arrived with me can not find me. I am doing shots in the Cinespace kitchen with the barbacks or talking to some 18 year old Myspace friend who never got into the club outside. I stress out those that know me, for this reason. 9am 5am, no difference… I drive my friends just as insane.
Interestingly enough, hating me/classifying be as some sort of bitch became sorta cool and hip a while back. Sadly, the people who are just getting into it like those kids just learning about Myspace as we already cringe at the mention of Facebook. No fearz/no judgement! I am totally down. I love anything cool/used to be cool and hip. Always will. I am 13 year old girl at heart.
Just never meet me, I will hug you uncontrollably and crush all your dreams of my bitch-ass-ness.
Back to sorta present day ie three days ago: I see this girl on the L train that I know from LA. Not a bad thing to say about her, actually love the girl to death. But, I am two hours late to a model call thing downtown and am over everything. In my mind, I am like “OMG she lives here. Yay new friend. Awesome.” But, I literally was so frustrated with my day that I saw her, looked down, and moved as far away from her as possible. I justified the whole thing like “I haven’t seen her in a year. She just got off at the Bedford Ave stop, there’s no way I won’t see her again.”
And I did. I saw her tonight. We HAD sorta looked at each other on the train, and I wondered if she was going to mention, “I swore I saw you on the subway the other morning.”
BUT, she didn’t say anything. We hugged like long lost friends. I still totally felt like an asshole.
I have never done that. I never thought I would.
Am I THAT girl?
zzzzz. why so insecure?
what girl? who cares? everyones allowed to have their bad days (even “really nice girls”) and its pretty cool that the girl respected that
anyway, acting like a bitch at least once in a while is good for your rep
no need to worry about it. why do you feel so guilty?
Yeah, I’ve been in a similar situation where I saw an old friend on a really shitty day. I still feel bad about the half-hearted “hello” I gave her, but we all have our bad days. And “Bitch” is just ONE of the characteristics that may describe you SOMETIMES among many more. Hell, we all can be that..
One night at beauty bar in LA I talked to you for a quick second before you moved to Philly (b/c I am originally from Philly). I was really drunk and I believe you were too. But then again I was drunk so you could’ve been sober.
Whoah. I had the weirdest dream last night, we were out drinking and all of a sudden you started screaming at me and told me you were never my friend and you were freaking out and I hugged you and said something really lame I don’t remember…and then alluva sudden, you were what I imagine your mom to be, but she was my mom! Weird.
yeah seriously, who the fuck cares what anyone thinks….those who knwo you, will understand, and if they don’t, then that’s their wasted time and energy caring about something that’s not even true. I was the scary, angry girl in high school who everyone knew and liked/feared, and yet really, I was a sweetheart who would also mash everyone in physical affection once they got to know me or actually talked to me. The common thing they would say would be, “You’re not the bitch that everyone says you are”. It was never an insult to me. Peeps just don’t understand sometimes.
Duh! I meant to write in my post I thought you were nice as well haha.
i see friends and ppl who know each other ignoring themselves form afar or in your face every day … not a big deal.. when its with close friends well it makes you wants to smack them, but its still ok, everybody has there reasons..
meh, this shit happens.
prolly why girl was happy to see you, when you did say hi,
she is cool enough to realize it wasn’t personal.
sh*t i am too honest. i run up to people all frazzled and start talking a mile a minute about how busy i am. they prolly don’t nbeed that in their life either
I think you’re a sweetheart, and I love this photo.
you seem really cool sarah, hopefully you’ll talk my head off one day. i think it’d be fun hanging out with you.
I feel like having a converstaiton with you is kinda like drinking a redbull…seriously… I will be totz lathargic, talk to you for a few, remeber like 1/3 of what you actually said and hang up super hyper….sarah morrison gives me wings
i seriously doubt meeting you would crush any dream i have. i mean unless you make it your life’s work to make it impossible for me to dance in slow motion. unless youare refering to the expectations i have of you which you listed a few of above…i just think you’d talk fast, i’d talk fast and it’d be like that one light skinned from the cosby show and six from blossom getting together andn hanging out. and then we’d probably get thrown out of wherever we are for talking so dam fast about absolutley nothing!
the end.
i am one of your kabillion myspace and i am in the wall paper of you and uffie and lil kim. anyway i dont think meeting would crush any dream i had either.
especially since the only dream i had about you was after i confirmed i was going to hard festival in LA and in the dream you were singing in some sarah silverman musical and you had some rediculous amy winehouse singing voice then all of a sudden i am hanging out with you and spank rock in some trashy florida looking living room covered with beer bottles and cigarette butts and you had prosthetic testicles taped to your orange mini skirt and i only had 2 cigarettes left and we were arguing who was going to go out and buy more. then some guy who i couldnt see started talking to us about some party we were supposed to be throwing that night.
i woke up at 3am and was completely confused.
and i meant to say kabillion myspace friends*