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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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Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Makes Sense
Love wasn't feeling well this morning. He didn't get any sleep yesterday or last night. So what do you do when you take the day off of work? Why re-arrange the living room of course! We spent the entire afternoon taking apart everything - tv, wires, cables, stereo and speakers - and flipping the room around. Problem was that the wall the tv used to be on is the wall of our master bedroom. And that meant at night, Love could hear the tv and on weekends when he got up before me, I could hear the tv. It just bled through the wall. Now it's flipped and there's things I like about it now and things I don't. You used to be able to look out the sliding glass door but now you can't really. Instead, you look at the front door. *frowns* I don't know. Just whew. It's way too much work taking it all apart, moving it and putting it all back together.
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