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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, February 18, 2005
Beading Daydreams
*sighs* Anyone have about $100 they want to donate towards the M Bead Supply fund? Ha. Yeah, I know. It's just I was going through my bead catalog and even trimming down the list from the trimmed list, it was still like $89. Eghads. AND, I didn't even get into findings. I tell you what, beads are expensive. Which stinks because there's so much pretty stuff out there I'd love to work with but never will be able to. Money sucks ass. I'm bored. Restless. I can't bead because I'm out of key supplies like clasps and such. Hopefully, Saturday I can go get a few necessities. Right now, I can't finish off any bracelets, necklaces and I don't have any earring wire either. Sheesh. Oh and Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow was unwatchable ass. Stinky, smelly, monkey poop ass. We didn't even get half an hour into it before we had to turn it off. Gag me. Strange email event just now with someone wanting a pair of earrings...they have a paypal account, but don't want to use it because they don't want paypal having their bank account information. (um...but if you already have an account, then they already have it.) So, ok, send me a check/money order to my PO box. No worries. Ok, they'll do that. But then suddenly, it's no, nevermind. No reason given. Just odd. And here I got my hopes all up that I had an order tonight. Bah. Love's going to want to go to bed soon, so I better wind it down in here. Night.
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