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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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Saturday, April 30, 2005
Bruised
It seems that only I manage to have such a huge disaster of a simple dental procedure. Wednesday was my perm crown fitting, right? What was supposed to be a really easy, really quick thing. Pop off the old, cement on the new, out the door. Ten minutes. No need to numb or get involved. But with me, I had to be numbed up, it took a long time to fit the crown and my quick ten minute visit was over an hour of work. Wednesday and Thursday my cheek was actually swollen. Literally visably puffed. So today it's not looking swollen anymore. But Love looks at me and reaches up and turns my head to the side. Sure enough, it's actually bruised. Full-on, discolored, visably bruised. It's not super dark, but it is a pale purplish fresh bruise color. Only me. How can such a run-of-the-mill dental procedure result in two days of swelling and now bruising? Arg. And people wonder why I was so freaked out about the whole thing. This is of course after the unusual inflamation and pain and required steriod anti-inflamatory (ontop of antibiotic and painkiller). Sheesh. And to think, I have SIX cavities that still need attending to after this. Arg indeed. It still feels weird. It's still too sore to really eat on that side. But I think that's just because of the swelling and bruising. I'm hoping that I'll get used to it and once it settles down, it'll be ok. I really just want to be done with this whole experience. It's hurt in one way or another pretty much every day for about a month now. You know, I'm really over it. Anyway, just couldn't believe that I'm actually showing a bruise on my cheek from all this. It just blows my mind.
~ flowers bloom by Memory and Dream
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