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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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Wednesday, February 16, 2005
People Just Don't Get It
LoserLameBoy wants to add you to his contact list. Allow? Look at profile. Nothing there. Don't know the nick. Deny. "I'm sorry, I only add people I know and am friends with. If I know you under another screen name let me know, otherwise, thanks but no thanks. Next day (today)... LoserLameBoy wants to add you to his contact list. Allow? Deny. "I'm sorry, I only add people I know and am friends with. If I know you under another screen name let me know, otherwise, thanks but no thanks. Message pops up: LoserLameBoy: hi LoserLameBoy: m/24/tn Click "Ignore" button. It's like sheesh, what part of this is really baffling him? You pester me to allow, tell you no nicely then you start in wit the a/s/l stuff? Uh-uh. One way trip to the ignored list. In Other News... Made some jewelry yesterday. I'll take some photos and upload them later on. Right now, I feel grungy and need a shower. Memory wire necklace, couple bracelets and a regular necklace. Trying to round out the offerings and refill up some that have sold. Tried to update the BIOS last night. After a few frustrating hours Love did it. It's supposed to fix ACPI problems. But... (sure you heard this coming) when I tried to run my virus scan, it crashed out at 25% and rebooted. Error log still shows "acpi" as the fault. *sighs* At this point, I don't know what to do to make my motherboard compatible. From everything I read, the problem seems to be most with AMD boards - which is what I have. (I think Love said it was an AM-7 or something? I know I have an "AMD XP 1800+" processor) Event Type: Error Problem is that the Mirosoft Support Page is utterly useless: RESOLUTION Greeeeat. Didn't think of that. *sighs* So, yeah. Now I might need a new board. And I might just need a new board/chip combo since it might be harder to find an XP/ACPI compatible board that works with my particular chip. Not that I have the cash to replace it mind you. The point is, therefore, excessively moot. It's just you can't work with a pc that crashes whenever it wants, reboots and then sometimes won't come up when it crashes. Your harddrive gets corrupted and your os is shot to hell and of course, being utterly and completely unable to get through a virus scan leaving me WIDE open for attacks is just the icing on the cake. Frustrated, pissed off and just generally hopelessly upset by the shitty events in my life isn't coming even close to summing it up.
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