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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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Monday, January 09, 2006
I Suppose It's Something
Bright House gave us an extension until the 18th. Which I suppose it something (and which means I can watch Lost Wednesday) but is really frustratingly dumb since we don't get paid again until the 20th. What's two days? But no. They would not give us those two days. As if we're going to have money at the end of an extremely long and dead broke cycle, riiiight. Because you know if we don't have it now, we'll surely have it two days before we get paid again. Idiots. I'm trying to work on some new items for PhoenixFire Designs right now so maybe someone might find something they like. Every bit helps, you know? I've got some cleaning up to do. This place is a mess. And our dishwasher door is broken (it won't close right) so I need to call the office about that too. Bah. I hate calling them. In fact, I hate dealing with them at all. Makes me sick to my stomach for some reason. It'll be everything I have to dial the phone and speak to them. In some ways, my social anxiety is way worse then others. Having to call any company or service on the phone is one of the most extreme. I don't know why either. I didn't used to have a problem. Now it's physical agony to call someone or order a pizza or anything. It's so annoying because logically I know how pointless and stupid it is but that doesn't really change how I feel. Anyway, that's that for now.
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