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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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Sunday, December 19, 2004
Sunday Bloody Sunday
I dunno, just what came to mind when I was trying to think of a title. Love's foks are coming over in a little less then an hour for dinner. It'll be their first time seeing the new place. Of course, what stinks is that we lack a dining room table, so I guess everyone will have to pull up a tv tray. How tacky. Oh well. Tomorrow, hanging out with my mom. Who apparently wants to correct my lack of long-sleeve shirts problem. Which is good because I'm really scraping the bottom of the barrel (or drawer as it were) for something to wear. We're in the midst of another cold front at the moment. It's going to be 40F tonight and 35F tomorrow night. (Of course, by Wednesday, it should be back up in the 70's during the day.) That's Florida weather for you though. Of course, So, I'm tired. I think I might be getting a cold. And unfortunately, I'm not feeling up to cooking (after we cleaned the entire apartment) and playing hostess. Just kinda cranky and not feeling all that hot. Oh well. Too late now and I know Love really wants to have a nice dinner for his family. We're making chicken parm for the record. He preps the chicken and breads it and I finish it off with sauce and cheese. Comes out pretty good and is suprisingly simple to do. Well, I suppose I had better actually get dressed. I mean I'm dressed, but I have no make up on or anything and my hair's all scruffy in a ponytail. Not that there's much I can do with it today short of washing it again and tyring to dry it, but there's no time for that and besides, I only wash my hair every other day or it gets too dried out. It's actually bad for your hair to do it every single day (more hair tips). *yawns* Blah. Out.
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