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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
The Waiting Begins
Between the sleeplesness of my anti-inflamatory and worry over today's surgery, (and Love's massive snore fest last night), I didn't get much sleep. But he's there at the hospital now. So, all we can do is wait. They said it'll be about noon at least before he'll be out. Thankfully, she said the proceedure itself should only take about a half hour. The rest is time to get him knocked out and then post-recovery. They'll call so I know when to head back over there. Better to wait here then in some lobby. So yeah. I'm more nervous then he is. But I love him of course and I'm a worry-wort as we all know so I can't help it. I'm sure everything will be fine, he has a very good doctor and a strong prognosis. But you know how it is... Anyway, I'm going to rest a little since the rest of the day might be a bit hectic. Just had to say something since I feel about ready to burst. (And the waiting has just begun.)
~ flowers bloom by Memory and Dream
at 4/14/2005 08:48:00 AM ~
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