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.
More Restless Nights So the waking up all night long monster came back last night. But it came back with a twist. Not only did I keep waking up (over and over and over...) but I kept "waking up" from within a dream. Like a dream within a dream. I'd be dreaming and I'd "wake up" and it was just another layer of the dream. But I didn't know that at the time. So this morning, I was left not only unbelievably tired, but disoriented once again; that same feeling of having been hallucinating as the other day when I was sick. I feel like all night was a tumbled mess where I don't know when I was really waking up and when I was just shifting into different parts of my dreams. It's like the walls between the realms all fell apart and I'm left with this void of confusion. It feels almost like my memory is pockmarked; like there's all these strange parts that are wrong some how.
It's very disturbing. And I don't know if I can accurately put into words the oddness of the sensation it leaves me.
I don't know why it hit me again last night. First off, I've been sleeping through the night pretty well lately. Not perfect, but only waking up for small moments and falling back to sleep almost immediately. Secondly, even when I was up on-and-off all night, it wasn't with any of this disorientation and it certainly didn't leave me feeling like something was fractured in my mind. It's creepy. And it's kinda bothering me that it happened last night out of nowhere and in what should have been a normal night's rest. I'm almost a little afraid of going to sleep tonight; I just don't want it to happen again. I just don't like how...off it makes me feel. I reall feel displaced from, well, reality. Everything. Like it's left me in this quasi-state that's not quite here and not quite there.
Anyway, sorry for the disturbing entry. Just...I don't know what to make of any of it.
