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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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Thursday, April 14, 2005
Quick Update
Love's home. The surgery went fine. In fact, what appeared to be torn cartilage on the MRI turned out to be an abnormal band of a fatty type tissue. An easy removal and a quicker recovery. Problem is that the poor guy's very sick from the anesthesia. He hasn't been able to take his first at home painkiller because he can't keep anything down. He slept some and is dozing on the couch (where I figured if he can sleep, there's no real point in moving him back to the bed at the moment) so I hope it'll calm down. I left a message with the dr's office, but so far, they're not getting back with me. *sighs* Anyway, it's good news and he's doing ok. Except for the queasiness but I'm hopeful once the rest of the anesthesia leaves his system, that will get better. Meanwhile, my poor head is killing me and I'm just beat. The lack of sleep and the worry have caught up with me. I think I might try to doze a smidge while he is too. Heh. Thanks for everyone's thoughts. *smiles*
~ flowers bloom by Memory and Dream
at 4/14/2005 04:10:00 PM ~
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