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Reminder...

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, February 20, 2005

Was that a Mack Truck?
It certainly feels like I was run over by something massive, large and heavy. Ugh. Yeah, so I'm definately sick. Taking a Claritin (though for allergies) has helped me breathe today but nothing has helped the I'm pretty sure gravity has tripled feeling, nor the utterly unable to catch my breath feeling. Did go out today and get some supplies like clasps and toggles. Which is good. And the store we went to was having a "buy 3 beads, get the 4th free" sale which basically took 25% off the total which was also good. But they were out of two key things I needed - 6mm AB Swarovski cubes and 8 or 9mm AB Swarovski rounds. Which stunk. And which means I need to hit another store now to try to track them down. Which blows. Especially since there is only one (count 'em, ONE) bead store in the tri-county area that's open on Sundays. And I hate that bead store 'cause they're mean, rude and bitches. (I know, tell us how you really feel, M.)

Anyway.....ugh. Did I mention I feel like utter and complete ass? 'Cause I do. Ass that's been run over, chewed up, spit out and run over again. So, despite the fact I already passed out took a nap from about 5pm-7:30pm, I feel like I haven't slept in a week. Which means this is a mostly pointless entry spurned on by bordem and grumpy unwillingness to go to bed. (But Ma...I dun waaana.) I'm so dumb that way. I feel like ass and yet I stubbornly don't want to call it a night. Oh well. But seeing as this entry's going nowhere, I might as well at least call this a night. Ta.