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
good webhost?
Try
DreamHost. Use
my linkI'll get a
referal credit which goes straight into the Tooth Fund
as well.
Funny, It Still Feels Like Monday It's technically Wednesday of course, but it feels like my Monday. Because the real Monday I spent still recovering from food poisioning over the weekend. And yesterday, I couldn't get in here to my temp job because I didn't have a ride. (My friend Rand gets me because he has to pass my apartment to get to here anyway but yesterday he had to drive out to a client site and thus, I couldn't get here.)
Which makes this my first day in this week. It sucks because it's one thing to miss one morning (a whopping $35) but once it's two days, hey, that's $70. And that's a lot of cash to me. I guess the one lady who's husband had surgery way back the first week of August is coming back on Tuesday, so this should be my last week, so it's $70 I won't have a chance to get back.
Part of me is happy to be done. I'm so tired and the schedule is stupidly hard on my body. The other part of me realizes this is a hell of an easy gig and I'm unlikely to find something so convienent or so well paying. Everything else would be retail ($6 and change and hour) and would require that I have a car (something we clearly know I don't.) The extra money this month has helped a lot. We needed it to help with last month's car repairs. And we have one other thing we still have to fix - the very important tie rod which connects the steering wheel to the controls. It's getting ready to go and when it does, it means you lose complete control of the car. It's going to be another couple hundred bucks but now I'm not sure we're going to have the money any time soon since I won't be getting checks anymore.
Slept like crap again last night so I'm tired this morning. I kept having these weird, disturbing dreams. Not that the dreams themselves were nightmares or anything, but they felt weird and they jumbled and they didn't come across the way my normal dreams do. Normally, it's very vivid colors and this was like over-exposed and all harsh light and grainy texture. I don't even really remember what they were about but they were odd and I want to say unnatural for me. I also kept waking up with that feeling like you're medicated; like you took something and it's made you all jittery sorta; like all buzzy under your skin? It grates on you and it almost hurts. But I didn't take anything nor was I caffinated or anything. It just was there and uncomfortable and man, made for a long and restless night.
