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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, March 13, 2005

Saturday In Sum
Wake up (begrudgingly).
Shower.
Dress.
Head out with Rand and Love.
Costco for Rand and water for us.
Super Target for tp and tissues.
PetSmart for the girls.
Michaels a thing of bead wire (was out).
Borders to return a lipbalm I bought (sucked and burned).
Popeyes for lunch (Love's fav and a rare treat since it's no where near the apt).
Back home.
Guys play some NHL2K5 for a bit.
I bead a little.
Watch What Not to Wear 'cause it was on.
Play Champions of Norrath for four and a half hours straight.
Forget to eat dinner.
Rand goes home at midnight.
Love and I are hungry.
Poke around online.
Write this [quasi] entry.
Watch Love dance around with his iPod. (silly boy)
Prepare to scrounge for food. (Pancakes perhaps?)

Odd moment of the day?

As seen in the parking lot of Super Target.


Just so weird, it made me laugh outloud and I had to take a photo of it.

So another exciting Saturday in the life of M. Ain't you jealous? *snorts*