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Blogroll Me!
There are people on the net that have nothing better to do with their time
then be nasty to other people online. They post rude comments, spend hours
a day talking about sites they hate so much, that they well, spend hours a
day talking about them. (lame) They mock the owners and posters for their
opinions and their right to free speech. They expect everyone to fit into
their narrow-minded little world view or else they throw a temper tantrum.
To these people I say grow up.
Here's a bit of info people...the web is
a HUGE place. If you don't like what I say here, or who I am, or what I
do, or talk about, or what I look like, or the color of my hair, or
whatever asinine thing you dwell on, go somewhere else. It's
really, really easy. Honest. You just click the little "x" in
the corner of your browser and *poof* the offending, big, mean and nasty
site has disappeared.
I pay for this site. It's mine. That
means I can use it for whatever the hell I want to. Don't like it if I'm
bitching about something in my life? Oh fucking well. Go somewhere else.
Think I'm stupid for expressing my thoughts? Too fucking bad, don't read
them. Somewhere along the line, someone forgot this simple fact: Live
and let live Don't like me, cool, fine, whatever, I don't care.
This journal is NOT for you. It's for me. I'm not in it for popularity or
fame or anything stupid like that. I write it because I need to write and
express myself and get things out of my head sometimes. So read or don't,
it doesn't matter, but don't waste my time (or yours) bitching about it.
*gets off soapbox*
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Friday, December 17, 2004
All I Want is to Feel this Way
To be this close, to feel the same All I want is to feel this way The evening speaks, I feel it say... Random Toad the Wet Sprocket Song running through my head. (It's "All I Want" from their Fear album) So, it's 4am. Do you know where your bed is? I'm so tired. Just finished a penguin order that I needed to get done so Love could take it with him in the morning to get to the post office. Can't get there myself, so despite not wanting to be up anywhere near this late, nor work on it, I had no choice. Went out to stores today trying to find nothing more then a long-sleeved shirt/lightweight sweater today. I own exactly two long-sleeved shirts. And have worn both twice already this week. And since I lack a w/d, there are none in the complex and I don't have a car to get to a laundromat, they do me little good now that the temp has gone down and will be dipping back down again Sunday/Monday/Tuesday of next week. Of course, I couldn't find shit. Or, if I did, it was shit. Or, large. Or XL. Or $60 fucking dollars for a cotton shirt. *sighs* Just not what I needed today. Going out to get a shirt was supposed to be both practical (as in, I really need some long-sleeved shirts) and take my mind off the fact I spent most of the day crying. So much for that. Anyway, came over here to turn off the pc and for some reason wrote this. I just want to go to bed and never wake up. Especially when I look at the fucking disaster the apartment is and know it's what I get to look forward to tomorrow. Joy of fucking joys. Cleaning. My life has such fucking meaning. Whatever, I'm in a bad state right now so I'm out.
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