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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, September 06, 2006
[Mostly] Brief (And Belated) Weekend Recap
Yes I am aware of the fact that it is now Wednesday and I failed to post anything of update/status/recap in a long time. I just had a busy weekend and didn't get around to it. Friday, the temp job was only open until noon - they closed early for the holiday weekend - and K. said I didn't have to bother coming in for the 3 hours that morning. Which was good because I was still dealing with massive stomach issues. Saturday we celebrated my Nanny's 90th birthday party. (Nanny = what we call my mom's mom. She never wanted to be a "grandmother" and instead picked "Nanny" oh so many years ago.) Anyway, yes, you read that right. 90th birthday! She actually turned 90 on Thursday, August 31st, but everyone couldn't get together until Saturday. We all gathered at my mom's house. My Nanny, her brother and his wife, three of Nanny's kids including my mom, my sister and I, Mom's husband's daughter, husband and new baby boy and my friend Rand. It was quite crowded in my mom's little one-bedroom house! We all made due though since they put in a covered porch area out back. People drifted in and out of the house. We had burgers, chicken, lasagna, corn on the cob, salad, fruit, etc. Just a ton of food. Nanny also had a big cake. Nanny with her cake. You'd never believe she was 90. She still lives on her own in her own house and such. It was amazing to think that she was born in 1916. Jeez, that's a long time ago! Anyway, we were there all day, so that took up all of Saturday. It was a nice day though. Sunday Love and I wanted to use our WDW passes, so we planned on heading out for the day. He had borrowed a van from his work since the car doesn't make it that far. I woke up and was horribly sick. My stomach, which had been bad for over a week, got worse. Not to be TMI, but I was in-and-out of the bathroom for about three and a half hours. It was hell. Finally, after more imodium and pepto then anyone should ever have to take, I asked Love if he still wanted to go. By this point, it was about 12:30pm. It's about an hour and a half drive, meaning we'd be in the park by around 2pm. They closed at 10pm that night though and since we have the unlimited pass through next May, it only costs us $10 in parking. He said he still wanted to go if I did, so off we went. Despite the rought start, we ended up having a nice day. It rained and we got soggy shoes, but still had fun. Saw someone I know working up front at Pirates of the Caribbean and I got "backdoored" (doesn't that sound naughty? ) right up to the front of the 40-minute line. Score! It's been really busy lately since it went under renovation to include Captian Jack Sparrow into a few scenes. The ride looked really great and the rehab is a best-of-both worlds. They didn't ruin the classic attraction, but they did add some nice new touches and cleaned it up. Looks better then ever. We got home around 12:30am that night and got to bed even later by the time we showered and relaxed. Monday I was exhausted. We were going to BBQ with Rand, but I could barely keep my eyes open. I was just beyond tired. Felt like you do when you're getting sick. My whole body was achey and I had to fight not to nod off. We hit Target and Lowe's for a couple items we needed and basically called it a day. For some reason then my nose went insane and I was sneezing and my eyes watered all night. It was pouring though so maybe something got stirred up. I took a claritin and some benedryl before it stopped enough for me to fall asleep. Tuesday everyone went back to work. Except me of course since my temp job was over for the time being. (Though Rand said that A. was not back yet yesterday. What's going on there, I have no idea!) I was still feeling really run-down and I really didn't do much. Laid down for a nap and tried to work on some horn orders but really didn't have any luck. House premiered last night and Love and I watched that and Eureka. We ended up watching them on time-delay with the DVR and didn't get a chance to see Miami Ink. But it's recorded, so we'll watch it maybe tonight. Which brings us to today, Wednesday. I'm still feeling "off." In fact, I've been sitting here, typing this, feeling kinda like I'm medicated slightly even though I'm not. Haven't taken anything at all today. But I feel a little fuzzy around the edges and slightly disconnected. My vision seems a little weird, but not in a way I can describe exactly. My nose is bugging me again too and I'm not quite sure why. Ever get that slightly "burn" feeling way up in your sinues? It kinda stings almost? But it's like..hrm...a fuzzy sting if that makes sense? My face/sinuses/nose feel like that right now but also most of my head. It's just, well, odd. Anyway, I guess this turned out to be a little less brief then I intended. There was a lot of days to catch up on though. And I still skimmed through things. Oh well. Good enough for governement work. Hope all is well.
Just Thoughts...
I stood there. In the shower tonight. The almost too-hot water raining down upon me. I stood there waiting. Waiting for the moment when I'd feel clean. Waiting for the moment when I'd be cleansed. And as I stood there, watching my fingers prune, the soap long since gone down the drain, I realized I would never feel clean. No matter how long I stood there. I was waiting for a redemption that would never come. I was dirty in a place no soap could touch; no water could rinse away. This was a soil of the mind. This was filth of the soul. Somewhere deep inside I felt foul. The past is never as far away as it should be. It sneaks up on us, stalking our present, following us in patient wait to remind us at these moments all those things we thought we left behind long ago. But we never truly do. I stood there. And I realized that no amount of water would ever make me feel clean. That the past had crept to me. And whispered it's sour words in my ear. I turned off the water. Then I came here. I struggled to put this into words; into some form that would express the moment. To say it's no one thing; it's not one bad event; and that it's not even now. And yet, all the same, it is. Because tonight, I feel dirty. And tonight, I could not wash the past away. I could not find that place within. The water ran down the drain but it couldn't make me clean.
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