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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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Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Waiting Game
So today, they're supposed to come out and replace the vinyl floor in the kitchen. It's got a bad seam that's ripped and splitting apart. The office told me last week to expect them out here on Tuesday. Ok, great. It's Tuesday. Where the hell are they? Last night, we cleaned up the kitchen and moved everything off the fridge. They're going to have to move it out of the way to replace the vinyl. I can't do anything until they show up. We have a privacy lock on our door; a deadbolt that only works on the inside of the apartment. This lock is on all day since I'm here by myself. It keeps anyone from coming in - even maintenence and people who have a key. Well, I can't take a shower or anything until they're done. Because if I lock the door and they show up, it won't get done today. Now I'm stuck sitting around waiting for them to arrive. Oh jeez. And as I'm writing this, they do. Or he rather. It's only one guy. Alright, well, I hope it goes quickly since (a) I hate being alone in an apartment with a strange guy and (b) I'm utterly in need of a shower, my hair is in a messy, dirty bun and I'm still wearing my flannel pj bottoms. Bleck. I don't care who it is, I hate looking like some bum in front of people. Ew. He just moved the stove out and it was nas-tee under there. Plus, two cat toys. *laughs* Oh well. I clean but I certainly can't be expected to move my stove now can I? Uncomfortable couple hours now. Where I have to hang out but not be in the way but not be overly anti-social even though I am. Heh. Joy. Wish I had a friend to hang out with me. I don't want no one here but I also don't want to be here alone.
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