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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Ow My Poor Head Half-day yesterday. At work anyway. Got home and my mom showed up shortly there after. She had come across a car up by her that was a 1992 Mercury Cougar. The guy wanted $1,500 but she thought she could talk him down to $1,000 or maybe $1,100. So she wanted me to look at it. I wasn't very excited about some white with the-70's-called-and-want-their-red-velour-interior-back inside but...she'd be willing to loan me the money and it'd be enough to get me to-and-from a part time job. The car was supposed to have been owned by an old lady who almost never drove it but who was now in a nursing home. Her son was trying to just get rid of it. He said it had 43,000 miles on it. (Which is psycho low for a '92.)
Anyway, up to her area looked at it. Agreed it wasn't bad on the outside though the inside was horrific in color and fabric. But it seemed to drive ok (drove it around the parking lot a bit) and her husband had looked at it and it didn't appear to need any major work. But... I had a nagging feeling about it. So I told my mom I wanted to do a carfax report on it.
We went back to her place and crawled to the site with her crappy dial-up. (Why do people still use dial-up anyway? She spends $20/month for it too!) Anyway, turns out my bad feeling was justified. It was reported that in November 1999 - almost six years ago - the car had 63,000 miles. So six years ago, it had 20k more miles then it shows now? And before you say it rolled over, there was a 6-digit odometer and there wasn't a "1" there; there was a "0" So if it had rolled over, they tampered with it.
We called the guy, left a message and said we were no longer interested and why. I also filled out a feedback form on carfax to report the milage and we put a call into the tax collector's office in my mom's county to report that he's maliciously trying to sell a car with fraudulant miles. It's so very, very against the law here to not disclose incorrect mileage and not to have a special title for the car that states the milage is wrong.
So much for that. Shame because while it was definitely a beater, I did get a moment of hope that I might be able to start making things better with a second car. I didn't mention it the other day because I kind of had a feeling it would fall through.
After that, we ran to Target and then back to my apartment. By that point, it was about 5:30pm and Love was getting home. So it'd been a long day. I was overheated because my Mom gets really cold really easily from her disease so she doesn't really put the air on in the car (sweltering) and has the air really hot in her house (stiffling). I was still stuck wearing my jeans and heeled sandles from yesterday morning and my feet were killing me and my jeans had been clinging to me for hours because of being hot. I just wasn't feeling well.
I laid down for a little, then got up and the migraine that had been lurking the back of my skull had bloomed fully. We made some dinner and I dealt with it for a few more hours, just sitting on the couch wathing tv. Finally, closing on midnight I went to bed. I hadn't meant to stay up that long but it happens.
Ugh. Miserable. Couldn't sleep. Everything was hurting. Everything was too much, too bright, too hard. Ugh. So then 6am came really early when Love's alarm went off and of course, I really couldn't get back to sleep so I just laid there until 7:30am.
Got up. Headache. Sick to my stomach. But made it in. And now it's almost noon so I can go home and hope it gets better.
