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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, December 29, 2004
Quiet
I've been quiet lately in posting. There hasn't been a lot to say the last couple days and then there's been the fact I've not felt well. I don't know why. Tired and overly sleepy, it's been hard to keep my eyes open. Bored, restless but lacking in energy to find something to do. Nothing's holding my interest and everything exists in a haze. I barely remember the days this week. The last thing that's clear to me was Christmas. It's like a deep, thick mist has come in and surrounded me. I just want to curl up and sleep though there's some small part of me that's figidy and anxious and downright bored. I feel like I'm on a low point again, though I don't really feel low. I'm frustrated at my stomach and the neverendingness of it. I feel like I'm in a world leeched of it's color, taste and purpose. It's just dry and grey and it all seems so bleak. But I'm so weary. With no reason why. I can't eat, it just makes me sick. I can't get anything done, I can't focus long enough to even begin. I just want to sleep and I find myself giving in and losing hours in dark emptiness feeling worse then when I laid down. I don't know. Maybe it's just a place I'm in. Maybe it's all in my mind. I just sit and stare and nothing wants to come and there's nothing to do. No engagement for my mind nor my body; not that it wants it anyway. Bleak, grey fog. Drowsy, sluggish, listless.
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