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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, January 14, 2005
Grump Rant Bitch
(A.K.A: What part of WRONG NUMBER don't you get?) Ok, so this is getting beyond absurd. Every single day starting at 8am and going through until about 7pm, we get calls. "Blocked Name" or "Unavailable" or whatnot. And each and every one of them is for someone who doesn't live here and never has. Someone I don't even know. And despite the fact that I continually tell them to stop calling me, that this is the wrong number and absolute harassment, they keep calling. And calling...and calling...and calling. It's gotten so bad that I'm about ready to change our number and make it unlisted to boot. The phone company was utterly useless. Called them today and they said the only thing I could do is change my number. For $20. So on top of the utter inconvience of having to change my number, you're going to charge me for it? Grr. I don't know what this fucking cunt - and dammit, I don't ever use that word, but let me tell you, it's the only word that fits at this point - did, but apparently, she's pissed off tons of companies. Rude, fucking asshole companies that won't leave ME alone because of it. There is nothing like waking up at 8am because your phone is ringing, and some bitchy creditor is leaving a nasty message on your answering machine for someone you don't even know. Every. Damned. Morning. Today I jumped out of bed, ran to the phone, picked it up in mid-message and said - yet again - the person doesn't live here and to stop calling. She was so much of a bitch she said she wasn't going to take the number off the list because, I was being rude. Me? I'm not the one fucking calling after being repeatedly told to stop. Hell, even if the calls were for me (which they're not), by law, if you tell them to stop, they have to. So why the hell they're not is what's put me at the breaking point. So @%!#@ and !$@$#%!%@@! and !%@*&%@% and a heck of a lot more foaming-at-the-mouth type phrases.
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