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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, June 29, 2006
More Car Problems
*sighs* When I say our car is a peice of shit that barely runs, I mean it. Literally. Well, Love comes home tonight and the battery light came on in the car. Which is just lovely. So I look and I find the receipt. We bought the battery less then a year agp - back on July 3, 2005. So we called our friend Rand to come over and follow us back over to walmart in case (a) the car didn't make it and (b) it was going to be a several hour wait. We get there and they test the battery. It's fine. Which sucks. A battery - especially one less then a year old and thus still under warrenty - is a cheap fix. In the same parking lot is an auto parts place so we go there and ask if they can test our alternator for us. You can see in my July 14th, 2005 entries here and here that we had the alternator replaced on that day. So it too is less then a year old. And now, it's dead. A year ago I was talking about how bad my car sucks. Can you see how much has changed? So now, I've got to call Napa where the part came from tomorrow and see what if any warrenty is on the part and get my mother's husband to come over and install it for me again. He was very cranky about it, let me tell you. Thankfully, he's off on Fridays but it's not a good situation and he definitely isn't happy about having to do it. (Like I'm thrilled it died in less then a year leaving me fucked again?) Of course, Love needs to get to work in the morning. But can't take the car. And since his work moved a 40 minute drive away last month, it's a challenge of course. What the fuck isn't? So Love's supposed to be at work at 8am, meaning he normally leaves here 7:30ish but our friend Rand starts work at 8:30am. He's going to come by on his way in, pick us up, then we'll drop him at his work - just down the road - and then drive down to Love's work. He'll get in an hour late or so but what can we do about it? Then I have to drive alllll the way back here, call about the part, call my mom's husband and deal with him coming by and trying to replace the part. THEN, I'll still have to pick up my friend Rand (who's office is supposedly closing early tomorrow) AND figure out whether or not I need to get Love at 5pm, or if he can borrow a company van to get home. Its going to be a super fun day. All I can say is that I hope to fucking high heaven that they don't screw me on the alternator. It was over $200 for the part and it's not even a goddamned year later. This shit is their problem, not mine and it's already going to be a hassle all around. If they try to charge me for the new part, I think I'm going to kill someone. No, really. I can't deal with this anymore, I really can't. Stomach bug for the first two and a half days of this week, migraines for the last three days straight and now MORE of this car shit. It's just too goddamned much. It really is.
~ from the beach near
:: miss m ::
at 6/29/2006 09:44:00 PM ~
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