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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, January 12, 2006
Mom Or Dad Home?
So I'm sitting on the couch playing with the Nintendo DS. Knock on the door so I go answer it. Some guy - who looks near 40 - tells me he's trying to get x number of points (can't recall the number and it's not important to the story anyway) for his Senior trip. He asks if my mom or dad are home. My mom or dad?  Damn. I know I often get thought of as being a little younger then I am but...jeez. Not that young! I guess the look on my face and my chuckle-snort must have clued him in because he got a surprised look on his face and asked if I was the "lady of the house." But I don't think he believes me because he tells me he needs my "vote" and again tries to confirm my age asking, "you're over 18 right?"So after I tell him I don't want a magazine subscription I get to thinking. And I chuckle because although I can't imagine I look under 18 - I am 28 after all! - I can see some of the things he might have been confused by. I'm wearing a Hello Kitty shirt, flannel pj bottoms, my hair's in two pigtails and I'm playing my DS.  So...I guess add all that up with some supposed senior who looks 40 and I guess that's where he got confused.But 18? And my mom and dad?  Priceless.
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