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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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Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Wednesday This is going to be one of those posts. A lot of oddball randomness, so I'll break it into sub-groupings of quasi-organization.
Stomach Woes I know they call it "hump day" but it feels more like a speed bump. Or at least, I do because I think I've been run over. Woke up with my stomach in absolute tatters. Didn't manage to get in until 11am. (Instead of 10am.) And I'm still sick. I feel just miserable. Stupid stomach. I just hope I can make it through the rest of the day.
Bridesmaid Updates Good thing is that I managed to make the necklaces and earrings for myself and the MoH to wear. I already made my mom's so I'm done with that. Bad news is Love keeps forgetting to find his suit pants which is a problem since it needs to be dry cleaned before he can wear it on Friday.
Tomorrow is the rehersal dinner so I'm not coming into the temp job. Love needs to leave work early too which sucks because it's lost pay. We're going out to dinner on the beach somewhere which probably means seafood. I don't eat seafood so hopefully, they'll have chicken or something as well. Which reminds me, dammit, I need to find out about the garlic content of the meal at the wedding itself. I mentioned it to my sister like a month ago but I forgot and I'm sure she did too. Love's throat closes up if he eats garlic, so it's kind of an important thing to find out.
Random Otherness #1 - Statistic I read in Time magazine yesterday that a full 50% of Americans make less then $30,000 a year. And 70% make less then $50,000. That's pretty darn sad if you ask me. Because despite what the horribly outdated government statistics try to say about poverty level and working-poor, $30,000 is not a lot to live off of. When you factor in housing, car payments, gas, rising electric costs, health care (or lack there of), etc., etc., it doesn't go far. It doesn't go far at all. Hell, I spent almost $11,000 on housing alone in the past year and I don't even own a home. If I did, it'd be about double with the cost of home owner's insurance in Florida right now. It's so bad, people are losing thier homes, not because they can't afford the mortgage, but because they can't afford the insurance on it any longer.
Random Otherness #2 - OCD I have a weird quirk. It drives me absolutely bonkers when a drawer isn't fully closed or a door isn't fully shut. For example, Love never closes the dresser drawer all the way in the morning. It's about an inch open. And I just can't stand that. I don't know why. I have to close it. Or, Love will push the closet door on the linen closet in the bathroom closed, but not shut. Everytime I go in there and it's not shut all the way, I have to close it. Just absolutely have to. Now, in some cases, it's for a reason. If you don't close the door fully to the laundry room, the cats get into it and want to explore the trash can we store there. Same with the pantry. But, even when there's no real, logical reason for it, I just absolutely have to shut them. It's my own, personal, quirky OCD I suppose.
Random Otherness #3 - Year of Godiva I can't believe I forgot to post this. I even took a picture of the certificates but haven't uploaded them to my computer yet. Monday, I come home, check the mail and see something addressed to Love. It's a small, bubble mailer. I have no idea what it would be. Love gets home and I tell him he has mail. He opens it and inside is the best surprise ever. We won a year of free Godiva chocolates!! Back in September, we were at the store in the mall and they had a sign-up box to win. I filled out one in my name, one in Love's name and one for my friend Rand. Then of course, as these things go, I promptly forgot about it.
Until the mail yesterday. Which came with a letter and twelve certificates good for a different item each month. This month's is a 36 pc. Gold Ballotin box of chocolates. Retail value? $38. Other months, it's an all white chocolate assortment, or the nut and caramel assortment. It's a good $300 or so worth of chocolate. Nummy, nummy, nummy. So we need to hit the mall before the end of the month to use October's certificate. Then we have another waiting for us in November. And December. and January... *grins*
And...we're spent I think that's probably all I had been meaning to mention. At least for the moment. I might meander off to lunch just to go veg on the couch for an hour. Not that it's hard sitting here, but you know, when you're sick (especially to your stomach), maintaining any kind of persona and attentiveness is difficult.
