28 year old
Pagan female who lives in Florida with her guy and two cats,
loves Disney, reads fanatically, tinkers in photography and
believes growing up is overrated.
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*
Tooth
Drive:
I need to
raise over $850 for critically needed dental
work. I'll be listing my hand made
jewelry, bracelets,
earrings, necklaces and horns
for sale to try to raise the desperately needed funds.
Every order helps. I can accept paypal payments at
webmaster@giveneyestosee.com
or check/money orders at:
M. Turner
PO Box 1484, Elfers, FL 34684
Thank you for your help and support.
I've also set
up a
tooth fund for anyone
wanted to donate without purchase.
Need a
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Try
DreamHost. Use
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as well.
Waste of a Day Love and I both felt like ass today - ass that had been run over a couple times - but we needed to try to go look at some other cars, dealerships and get some quotes today. There was another Saturn dealership somewhere over on this side of town so we thought we'd try to find it to get a comparison. Well, turns out I totally misread the miniture map that superpages.com gave me - it made it look like the street we needed was called something other then it really was - so we drove around in the borrowed-from-work-for-the-weekend mini van for over an hour and a half, back and forth, totally not knowing where the hell we were going. Turns out that we basically drove past where it really was like five times and didn't know it. We were within like half a mile of it all those times but because we didn't know we were trying to find the wrong street (that went the wrong way from the way I thought it was labeled on the map to boot.) I just don't know this side of town. Neither of us do. (Clearly.) So when it got to be going on 4pm and the entire damned day shot, we stopped to pick the girls up some food from the pet store and got ourselves some food from the grocery store and called it a day.
So a totally, useless, pointless wasted day. When we don't have days to waste. Put it this way, we still haven't figured out how Love's actually getting home from work tomorrow afternoon.
I don't have $400 or $500 (or more) to replace the alternator in the Mustang. It's got a brand new battery that ran for four days in it, completely dead. Hell, it's still parked at Love's work because we couldn't get it started. It's not even at the apartment. I have no money for anything for the next two weeks - you know, like important things like insurance, electric or even food - so I certainly don't have hundreds just sitting around for car parts.
This situation just keeps getting worse. Love and I were joking that we're not quite at the "slitting our wrists" stage yet, though we've gone already through the "getting totally sloshed" stage and are well on our way into "popping pills" level. (And yes, it's a joke. A poor taste one but our spirits are rather morbid these days.)
I didn't sleep worth a damn last night. The storm kept me up. (Hurricane Dennis, though it never came near us, battered us with heavy, gusty winds and rain because we're on the east side of the storm. With hurricanes, if you're east of it, you get the bands that can span hundreds of miles outside the eye.) Normally, I sleep great with rainy nights but my stress, fears and anxiety just kept making me jumpy from the noises. Love's been running a low-grade fever, feels like he's getting sick. I just feel achy and tired and more lethargic then normal. Ontop of my crushing depression of course. /sarcasm
Anyway, we accomplished exactly nothing this weekend. You know we only had to accomplish "find car with no money and no credit." Clearly we did great on that.
