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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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Saturday, January 15, 2005
Livejournal Blues
Poor Livejournal. Apparently, a power outage took out their servers AND their backup servers. D'oh! They're still down. And no clue when everything will be back up. Oh and the weather apparently got my letter but..well, screwed up a bit. So, let's try again. Dear Weather: See, I just should have been clearer the first time. Oh well. Next time I just have to remember to specify. At least it's not 84F today and won't be for a few days so beggers can't be chosers. Super congrats to Dawna for her totally amazing winning prize tonight (I'll let her spill the details when LJ comes back up); thanks to felinevamp for the gift card from winning her triva contest (Olive Garden, yum! here I come! Which, by the way, I've only been totally jonesing for for like a week now.); and, a big, warm hi to Suz since we had a nice chat tonight. Beyond that, I'm away. And turning off the damned ringer tomorrow morning. Night!
Friday, January 14, 2005
Grump Rant Bitch
(A.K.A: What part of WRONG NUMBER don't you get?) Ok, so this is getting beyond absurd. Every single day starting at 8am and going through until about 7pm, we get calls. "Blocked Name" or "Unavailable" or whatnot. And each and every one of them is for someone who doesn't live here and never has. Someone I don't even know. And despite the fact that I continually tell them to stop calling me, that this is the wrong number and absolute harassment, they keep calling. And calling...and calling...and calling. It's gotten so bad that I'm about ready to change our number and make it unlisted to boot. The phone company was utterly useless. Called them today and they said the only thing I could do is change my number. For $20. So on top of the utter inconvience of having to change my number, you're going to charge me for it? Grr. I don't know what this fucking cunt - and dammit, I don't ever use that word, but let me tell you, it's the only word that fits at this point - did, but apparently, she's pissed off tons of companies. Rude, fucking asshole companies that won't leave ME alone because of it. There is nothing like waking up at 8am because your phone is ringing, and some bitchy creditor is leaving a nasty message on your answering machine for someone you don't even know. Every. Damned. Morning. Today I jumped out of bed, ran to the phone, picked it up in mid-message and said - yet again - the person doesn't live here and to stop calling. She was so much of a bitch she said she wasn't going to take the number off the list because, I was being rude. Me? I'm not the one fucking calling after being repeatedly told to stop. Hell, even if the calls were for me (which they're not), by law, if you tell them to stop, they have to. So why the hell they're not is what's put me at the breaking point. So @%!#@ and !$@$#%!%@@! and !%@*&%@% and a heck of a lot more foaming-at-the-mouth type phrases.
Thursday, January 13, 2005
Domains are Totally Boinked
*sighs* I seriously doubt this will even post at the moment, but my domains are having serious issues. I can't get them, they're not resolving and even my email is timing out. Clearly, there's some problem on dr2.net's side of things since, well, the rest of the web is working just fine. *sighs* If ya need to email me, use my gmail - memoryanddream(AT)gmail.com - it at least, isn't down for the count. edit 5:37pm - Just got a response and supposedly it's all back up. Let's see if that's true or not...
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Form of Self Torture
I'm just browsing aimlessly today. Still feeling very restless - I was last night too - and yet bored and unable to really put my mind to anything. So what do I do instead? Drool over things. Ya know, it's sooo helpful. Avignon Dress...could this be any lovlier? I have a photo in a cataloge and you can see it much better. It's simply beautiful. Think of all the cool photos I could take in that... Angel Vase..again, it's just pretty. The photo I have shows it off better. Simple with lovely, sweeping lines. And you know me and winged things. :) And speaking of wings...while browsing for the last one, I found Wings of Love statue which looks amazing. Then there's some of the most lovely worked leather like this Grandmother Oak checkbook cover, Celtic Oak card holder, or gorgous Grandmother Oak Journal. Of course, when you love vanilla, you can never have enough like the yummy sounding Honey Vanilla bath set. Like I need more bath stuff, but it's like an addiction, I swear. I've gone years not getting any and now I have an excuse (the large tub!) I just want it all again. Not to mention scents you just can't get enough of like Green Apple Spa To Go Gifts Set which makes me want to just eat it up, but which at $28 is well past the budget for a lotion set. And when you read like mad, you always find something you want but don't pick up (normally because of cost), like Goddess, the Grail and the Lodge: Tracing the Origins of Religion that I saw in the bookstore a few weeks ago but didn't have the cash to get. There's also the more practical - like the Bellacan Woven Rug (94x63") we've been wanting since we moved into the apt in October to both make the living room look nicer and to keep the carpet in better shape. And what dream list wouldn't be complete with out things like long drooled over pendants like this or like this... beautiful altar tiles (for an altar that still doesn't yet exist, though is deserpatly wanted or even something as simple as a pretty hair tie. ...But... You know how it goes. It is, in the end, nothing more then a silly and pointless waste of time. Dreaming over items I'll never be able to get and probably don't really need. (Though really want.) I'm forever window shopping at things that I'll never own and it just makes me sad. Yet I can't help but continue to do it. A look into my afternoon I suppose. Pathetic as it may be.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Makes Sense
Love wasn't feeling well this morning. He didn't get any sleep yesterday or last night. So what do you do when you take the day off of work? Why re-arrange the living room of course! We spent the entire afternoon taking apart everything - tv, wires, cables, stereo and speakers - and flipping the room around. Problem was that the wall the tv used to be on is the wall of our master bedroom. And that meant at night, Love could hear the tv and on weekends when he got up before me, I could hear the tv. It just bled through the wall. Now it's flipped and there's things I like about it now and things I don't. You used to be able to look out the sliding glass door but now you can't really. Instead, you look at the front door. *frowns* I don't know. Just whew. It's way too much work taking it all apart, moving it and putting it all back together.
Monday, January 10, 2005
Weather Ironies
I know most people would kill for our weather right now, but dammit, I want it to get cold again for awhile. We have more then enough hot weather the rest of the year. Is it too much to ask for a reprieve? Today, it's 76F. Tomorrow, 78F. Wednesday and Thursday, 80F. Thankfully, it looks like the weekend and next week might bring us some cooler weather again - in the 60's during the day. When you live here and you get pounded by the relentlessness of the heat, the sun, and the humidity, you just really look forward to the cooler weather of winter. Our winter is short, scattered (a few days here and there) and all too brief. So I'd really like to make the most of it before the brutal summer starts marching back in. We don't have Autumn and we don't have Spring, so there's no real gradual change back into heat. It's there or it's not, so I'd like a little more of the not for the moment. So... Dear Weather: One can only hope. Who says letter writing is a dead art?
Sunday, January 09, 2005
Runny Nose
So, not like the migraine that won't die which has plagued me pretty much all week in varrying stages of intensity wasn't enough, I had to wake up today with my nose in an aburd runny, drippy, sneezy state. I had this problem on NYE as well and that day, despite taking two allergy pills (I normally take half of one!) it didn't help. By later that night and the next day, it was gone like it had never been. So I'm not sure what's causing it because there are no allergy levels to speak of at the moment (I checked) and yet, I simply can not breathe. Not breathing in turn, makes me extremely drowsy and sleepy. My body's like, "Well, since the nose hurts, and we can't breathe out of it right and it's all running down into the throat anyway, we might as well shut down for the day." Ugh. Annoying.
Order Status
Sorry for the delay, but novachild, Rolette and Jevea - your orders are packed and are going in the mail tomorrow. It took a couple days until I could get to the store to get the boxes and tomorrow my friend is taking them to the post office for me since I can't do it myself. Thanks for your orders and you patience. Anyone else interested in penguins, jewelry or horns, by all means take a peek. I'm also looking into a source for selling prints of some of my photography. (In much, much higher resolution of course.) Suitable for framing and such. Every day, I sit at my desk and look at my framed prints of my Banyan tree photos and think other people might be interested in something similar too.  Images I took of these gorgeous trees in downtown St. Petersburg Anyway, more info as I have it. Out for now. Going to go take the tree down. *sniffle* It's always sad when it comes time to pack it all back up. Not to mention I always feel sad about the tree. Having to dispose of it. I'm hoping that we can get it picked up with my friend's lawn clippings day where they mulch it all so at least it can be used for something else and not just end up in a landfill. It always makes me sad that the tree gave it's life so I could enjoy it for a month. Seems so selfish. And yet, it's just not the holidays without a real tree for me. Mkay, that's all for the moment.
Expectations
Maybe you have this idea that this journal is for, or about you. Maybe you have this idea that this place is meant for your input or for you to get up on a soapbox. Maybe you have this misguided notion that you're somehow better, smarter, or more correct the the rest of the world. Maybe you think you live your life the "right" way and everyone else the "wrong." Maybe you think life is black and white, easy, and clear-cut. Maybe you feel entitled to hide beyond your nameless, faceless monitor and belittle other people. And maybe you think this is your personal playground. Guess what? It's not. Fuck you. Yes, you. Take a good, long look at the Reminder at the bottom there in the left hand column. This is MY journal. MY space to write. And not yours. That means when I write about something that's bothering me, it's not your place to chastise me, criticize me, or otherwise take it upon yourself fluff your ego. When I write, I write because I have something I need to say. I don't make you read it, I don't tie you up and force you to come here and I certainly don't invite you to be an ass on my dime. That's just not how we play bridge. It's not how we say cricket. So take a step back; take a good damned look at your life and remember what your mother taught you. Don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all. And if you don't like that, well the X is right there in the upper right-hand corner. It's as simple as that.
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