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Reminder...

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, April 26, 2005

Then you better catch it!
Remember when you were a kid how annoying that was? It wasn't funny. Ever.

Is your nose running? Then you better catch it!

It always inspired a heavy dose of eye-rolling to me. Past a groaner, it was something you heard, ad nauseum from creepy uncles and unfunny friends of the family. Each time, you had to fake smile and act like you hadn't heard it a hundred times before.

Anyway, today, my nose is running. A lot. Figuring it's probably allergies, I pop over to weather.com to check. Where I'm met with the most absurdly confusing mismatch of information.


Today's forecast says it's Low. Nice, low tree pollen. And yet...


...the history for like the last month has been High. Including yesterday!


So I find it pretty hard to believe it's just suddenly gone from High to Low. Especially since my nose is firmly saying otherwise. Stupid weather.com

With that, I better close. Before long, my nose will have run away for good. Har-dee har-har.