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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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Saturday, April 08, 2006
John Wayne's Got No Teeth
(The title doesn't always have to be related to the content, does it?) Couldn't sleep last night. Tossed and turned like crazy. Think it was the Claritin-D I took. I thought because it was the one with Sudafed it'd make me drowsy. We were out of Bendryl and my nose was a broken faucet and the regular claritin wires me, so I opted for the D version instead. Initially, I passed out on the couch waiting for Love to get ready for bed but sometime towards 4am or so, I woke up. And laid there in that state where you feel like there is a physical barrier preventing you from obtaining sleep. Sucks. Odder still though is that I think my wrist was dislocated or something this time (rather then the minor arthritis flare-ups I get in it occassionaly.) Because it was killing me last night. Tylenol and such hadn't touched it. I couldn't bend it and I was having a hard time getting comfortable because I couldn't figure out how to position my arm so it didn't hurt. Well, at some point in the night, either out of fatigue, desperation or stupidness, I decided to make my wrist bend. So I pushed it down. At which point it made this MASSIVE pop. It promptly hurt worse and did so for about an hour. After that though, I realized I could actually move it. As of this morning, it's about 80% less sore. Still aches but that might be leftover from it being out of whack. I can bend it now without wanting to cry and I can type a lot easier as well. Thing is, I have no idea how it might have gotten out of joint and it's kinda worrying that it did. I'm also still a little weirded out that I popped it back into place and that it's kinda making an odd noise now when I move it. Hrm... Alright, well, off to the races for me. (No, not really. I actually find animal racing cruel.) Need to shower and get dressed and all that fun stuff for the day. Which will be a long one with the game tonight. (zzz...) I'm going to be dead on my feet by the time it's over. Heh. (Ok, for those wondering, the title comes from the movie, Smoke Signals)
~ sweet smelling daffodils :: miss m ::
at 4/08/2006 11:08:00 AM ~
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