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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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Thursday, May 05, 2005
05/05/05
Makes for a catchy - if not overused in the blogosphere - title today. The rest of the entry probably won't be as catchy, so don't get your hopes up. My stomach has been seriously hating me (more then normal) the last couple days. Ugh. I've been sitting here urpy since about 7am. No clue why. Add to that a couple days worth of "stomach trouble" we just don't need to delve into the details of and it's been an uncomfortable week. I've begun to think that my stomach hates it's lot in life. That it wanted to be a shoe tree or something instead. ... Ugh. Well, that's a first I certainly hope is a last. I just had to leave a blog entry in mid writing to go dry heave. Ugh. I haven't eaten anything so what it thinks it's going to eject is beyond me. Again I say, Ugh. This week has been unkind to me in terms of general well-being for reasons that ellude understanding. I've had seriously massive fatigue - the the point where two hours after I've woken up, I'm uncontrollably falling asleep on the couch. One should not require a nap after eight or nine hours of sleep! Then, I've had serious headaches/low-grade migraines and a general feeling of uncomfortable fuzziness in the brain which just seems to not want to fully disapate. Of course, my stomach has been hating me - now in both directions apparently - and my neck has been even more wonky then normal. All-in-all, I've felt like someone who was run over by a truck. Twice. My mouth still doesn't feel "right" though it's not really hurting and I still look like someone punched me in the face with the massive bruise on my cheek/chin. What the hell is up with me this week? The lack of entries this week is due to my utter inability to stay awake, think, or concentrate in any meaningful way. I mean, ugh. Times like this I really wish I had insurance. It just seems like too much is, well, wrong right now and I'd like to find out if there's something going on. Of course, being that you have to pretty much sell your soul to pay for even a walk-in visit to a doctor (let alone tests!), it's simply not an option. I think I had more to write about but seeing as my stomach just gave me the old heave-ho (har), I think I'm going to go back to the couch and hope the pepto kicks in. (When I said it wasn't going to be a clever entry, this degree of non-cleverness was not what I had in mind.)
~ flowers bloom by Memory and Dream
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Monday, May 02, 2005
42
On Saturday we went to see Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I've been a long-time fan of the late (and great) Douglas Adams and first read the Guide series, goodness, over a dozen years ago. I've been looking forward to a big screen version of it for years. And I'm happy to report, I quite enjoyed it. I will admit there are probably a host of ubber geeks that will be mad at the changes or liberties, but to them I say *tthhpptht.* The movie captures the irreverent and witty humor of the books and actually has quite lovely production values. (i.e. it doesn't look cheap or half-rate.) It sometimes feels more inspired by then word-for-word, but goodness people, it's a movie. Books shall always be superior and it's impossible for a movie to get every hyper nuance just right. Especially a book with such famous rambles, tangents and meanderings. Alan Rickman was a perfect voice for Marvin and Mos Def played one hoopty frood. All in all, a recommendation to enjoy yourself for a couple of hours. What's not as funny or entertaining is my damned head. It's been in a constant state of aggravation and pain for days now. Without relief. It simply does not want to let up. I just feel sick and miserable from it and it doesn't seem to matter if I lay down or not; take excedrin or not; drink a coke (for the caffine) or not; have my eyes open or closed; think or don't; put a cold compress on my neck or not - in short, it's just there all kinds of frustrating and painful despite any attempts to alter that state. Which is, I can safely say in sum, is highly irritating and I wish it'd just settle down. Anyway, I've really not had much in the way of thoughts on an entry, but I figured it's been a few days, might as well blather something out and this is where it brought us. So long and thanks for all the fish.
~ flowers bloom by Memory and Dream
at 5/2/2005 05:25:00 PM ~
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