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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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Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Just Thoughts...
I stood there. In the shower tonight. The almost too-hot water raining down upon me. I stood there waiting. Waiting for the moment when I'd feel clean. Waiting for the moment when I'd be cleansed. And as I stood there, watching my fingers prune, the soap long since gone down the drain, I realized I would never feel clean. No matter how long I stood there. I was waiting for a redemption that would never come. I was dirty in a place no soap could touch; no water could rinse away. This was a soil of the mind. This was filth of the soul. Somewhere deep inside I felt foul. The past is never as far away as it should be. It sneaks up on us, stalking our present, following us in patient wait to remind us at these moments all those things we thought we left behind long ago. But we never truly do. I stood there. And I realized that no amount of water would ever make me feel clean. That the past had crept to me. And whispered it's sour words in my ear. I turned off the water. Then I came here. I struggled to put this into words; into some form that would express the moment. To say it's no one thing; it's not one bad event; and that it's not even now. And yet, all the same, it is. Because tonight, I feel dirty. And tonight, I could not wash the past away. I could not find that place within. The water ran down the drain but it couldn't make me clean.
~ from the beach near
:: miss m ::
at 9/06/2006 01:38:00 AM ~
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