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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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Sunday, March 20, 2005
This One's For You
Lorena, this one is all for you. ...and what to mine wondering eyes did appear? A man in green tights! (but he swears he's not queer)  Look there! Off in the distance! Do I see what I think I see? Could it be? Could it really be Peter Pan? This required further investigation. Surely, though some interesting costumes are admittedly worn at Renaissance Festivals the country over, there can not be TWO of the bright green tighted men. Last year, I missed my shot at Peter. I had no idea this year I'd luck out and be there the same day he was again. Despite shouts of, "Hey! Peter Pan!" no one turned. So before he was lost from sight, I hurridly ran across the field....only to catch Mr. Pan making a pit stop at Ye Oldde Privy. Damn. But wait, I thought. There is but one way in and one way out. And surely no 50 year old pixie wishes to stay in the smelly cluster of port-o-potties all afternoon! I can wait here, by this tree and when he comes out, I'll be able to see! So I stood there in waiting, all giddy and coy watching and waiting for a green tighted boy Success!  So, this one's for you Lorena. When I came back, trying to explain to my friends how I had to get this shot for you and how you'd die laughing to see it, they looked at me oddly. Thankfully though, stalking Peter Pan isn't quite as odd as wearing the costume yourself. (A full, real entry later. And yeah, I was at the Renn Faire yesterday if that's not already clear. Heh.)
~ flowers bloom by Memory and Dream
at 3/20/2005 05:55:00 PM ~
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