28 year old Pagan female who lives in Florida with her guy and two cats, loves Disney, reads fanatically, tinkers in photography and believes growing up is overrated.


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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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Wednesday, June 15, 2005

Just For the Record
I really, really, really fucking hate Father's Day commericals. Get dad what he really deserves! What a bullet in the back of the fucking head? Bet that's not what you had in mind, now is it. ALl these crappy Hallmark show dad he's the best sappy fucking commercials just piss me off. I have reason to be bitter and I have reason to boycott the day but these commercials just get worse every year.

Here's a clue: not every father is good. Not every father is special, important or worthy of your 30 second gag-fest every seven minutes. My sperm donor was a total fuckwad who beat me, my sister and my mother for the first thirteen years of my life. He screwed me over in every single conceivable way (yes, every way and no I'm not going to {a} talk about it or {b} get into specifics) and totally fucked my life. Then when my mom finally divorced him, he cashed in my Florida Pre-Paid College Plan which would have given me four years at any state university. So if it wasn't bad enough he stole my childhood, he stole my future too. Fucker.

I'm sure many of you have great dads. And you'll be having a nice time on Sunday. But I can't help be a little angry at all these reminders of how fucked up I had it and how these are wounds that never fully heal.

So fuck you Father's Day and fuck you Corporate America and your "don't forget dad!" ads.