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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, February 08, 2005
Ho Hum
Really just haven't had anything to say. I've been feeling very down; very supressed almost. Achey a little. Just not quite to standards, you know? Nothing much to say. Nothing much going on. Just a sense of blah sameness. And at the same time, it feels like there's this looming...something. Like the way you feel the building of a storm. The charge in the air; the pressure changing - almost smothering you with it's intensity. There's a flutter of butterfly wings on the edges of my sight and a sensation of fluttery expectation. Of course, what exactly is causing this feeling is utterly unknown to me. It feels almost like I could miss it too if I weren't looking for it. The way you can sleep through a terrible storm that would otherwise capture all of your attention. Anyway, so nothing to say. Just something coming and I don't know what it could be.
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