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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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Friday, June 30, 2006
One Year Warrenties
All I can say is thank gods for one year warrenties. Managed to get Love into work this morning (less then an hour late which is not bad seeing as he works 40 minutes away and starts a half an hour before Rand does!) with thanks to our friend Rand lending us his vehicle, got home, had a chance to shower before Mom and Barry came over. Barry took the alternator out and they went to exchange it. It was covered 100% under the year warrenty. Thank fucking gods. I had to run at lunch and grab my friend Rand since his company (the one I used to temp for) closed at noon today, AND is closed Monday AND is closed Tuesday for the 4th. Bitches. (Meanwhile, poor Love ONLY gets off Tuesday itself. Bah. His company is ass about holidays. You work everything - xmas eve, day after thanksgiving - you name it.) Anyway, got back a few minutes before they got back from exchanging the part. Barry put it in for me and everything works again. Er, well, works as in the car turns on and has a functioning alternator again. The car doesn't exactly "work" in the standard meaning of the word. I thanked Barry with a 12-pack of beer. I had stopped on my way back home - at like 9:15am - at the supermarket down the road. Bought myself some muffins and his beer. I couldn't help but feel quite absurd buying beer (and cheap beer at that; he drinks Bush  ) at a NINE in the morning. I even laughed with the lady in front of me. "I swear," I joked. "I'm not a lush!"Love's borrowing a company car to get home from work today so I don't have to go all the way back down there to get him. Which is good. I'm exhausted. I barely slept last night I was so stressed and angry at the situation, then of course, I've been running around like mad today. Mailed the replacement swap for Full Moon Swaps and got totally screwed on shipping. It was $20 to mail it.  Sadly, had I know it was going to be so much, I would have had to say no. That was way more then I really had to spend, you know?Alright, as is the trend this week, my head and neck are killing me, so I'm going to relax for a few hours until Love gets home. Just so relieved that it was less then a year. If it would have gone July 14th, I'd have been out $200. Though there's no such thing as good timing when it comes to cars breaking down, this was the best possible timing it could have happened since it was still covered fully. Out for now. Note! I still have the new, unused bottle of Coconut Hut's Beach Baby Perfume in the scent Pineapple Buttercream Cupcake for sale ($15 + 2 shipping - less then it'd cost to get it from the site) or even exchange for the same thing in Pineapple Slices. I really need to sell or trade it, so if you know anyone interested, PLEASE let me know. Thanks.
~ from the beach near
:: miss m ::
at 6/30/2006 03:05:00 PM ~
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Thursday, June 29, 2006
More Car Problems
*sighs* When I say our car is a peice of shit that barely runs, I mean it. Literally. Well, Love comes home tonight and the battery light came on in the car. Which is just lovely. So I look and I find the receipt. We bought the battery less then a year agp - back on July 3, 2005. So we called our friend Rand to come over and follow us back over to walmart in case (a) the car didn't make it and (b) it was going to be a several hour wait. We get there and they test the battery. It's fine. Which sucks. A battery - especially one less then a year old and thus still under warrenty - is a cheap fix. In the same parking lot is an auto parts place so we go there and ask if they can test our alternator for us. You can see in my July 14th, 2005 entries here and here that we had the alternator replaced on that day. So it too is less then a year old. And now, it's dead. A year ago I was talking about how bad my car sucks. Can you see how much has changed? So now, I've got to call Napa where the part came from tomorrow and see what if any warrenty is on the part and get my mother's husband to come over and install it for me again. He was very cranky about it, let me tell you. Thankfully, he's off on Fridays but it's not a good situation and he definitely isn't happy about having to do it. (Like I'm thrilled it died in less then a year leaving me fucked again?) Of course, Love needs to get to work in the morning. But can't take the car. And since his work moved a 40 minute drive away last month, it's a challenge of course. What the fuck isn't? So Love's supposed to be at work at 8am, meaning he normally leaves here 7:30ish but our friend Rand starts work at 8:30am. He's going to come by on his way in, pick us up, then we'll drop him at his work - just down the road - and then drive down to Love's work. He'll get in an hour late or so but what can we do about it? Then I have to drive alllll the way back here, call about the part, call my mom's husband and deal with him coming by and trying to replace the part. THEN, I'll still have to pick up my friend Rand (who's office is supposedly closing early tomorrow) AND figure out whether or not I need to get Love at 5pm, or if he can borrow a company van to get home. Its going to be a super fun day. All I can say is that I hope to fucking high heaven that they don't screw me on the alternator. It was over $200 for the part and it's not even a goddamned year later. This shit is their problem, not mine and it's already going to be a hassle all around. If they try to charge me for the new part, I think I'm going to kill someone. No, really. I can't deal with this anymore, I really can't. Stomach bug for the first two and a half days of this week, migraines for the last three days straight and now MORE of this car shit. It's just too goddamned much. It really is.
~ from the beach near
:: miss m ::
at 6/29/2006 09:44:00 PM ~
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Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Looking For An Even Trade
I ordered a bottle of Beach Baby Perfume from Coconut Beauty Hut. It looks like this:  Beach Baby Perfume It's a 1oz size which doesn't sound like a lot, but one bottle lasted me for months and months. Trust me, it's a good size. It's a nice, cobalt blue glass bottle. Well, apparently, I picked the wrong scent from the drop-down menu. What I wanted was a replacement of the same thing I have - "Pineapple Slices." What I accidently picked was "Pineapple Buttercream Cupcake." It's not a bad scent at all. It's a mild pineapple smell with sugary sweet, main notes. The problem is that I'm very scent sensitive. Most scents trigger migraines for me. I need very base, single note scents normally or they make me ill. Unfortunately, this particular scent triggers my scent intolerance. I must stress though that there's nothing wrong with the scent! It's not a bad smell. It's just one I personally can't handle. (I can't handle most scents.) Here's the formal description: Pineapple Buttercream Cupcake The problem is that I'm not going to be able to use it. And I'm almost out of the one I had wanted to replace. I don't have the cash to buy another one. (I splurged on buying this in the first place and DEFINITELY can't afford to get the correct scent in addition now.) So I'm looking for an even trade. Does anyone want to trade an utterly brand-new, unused Pineapple Buttercream Cupcake scented bottle of Beach Baby Perfume for a brand-new, unused Pineapple Slices bottle of Beach Baby Perfume? Total even exchange. Basically, instead of ordering this scent yourself, is anyone willing to order MY scent and I'll mail you the bottle I have and you mail me the bottle you order? Or, if that's too complicated, does anyone want to buy it from me directly and I'll then use that money to buy the correct scent? (It's $15 plus shipping actual cost.) Anyone? Please?
~ from the beach near
:: miss m ::
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Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Day Two
While it feels like it's been weeks since my stomach went crazy, it's really only been about 24 hours. How time distorts when you have either food poisoning or a stomach flu is a fluke of physics that should be studied by science. Imagine if you could harness this black hole time distortion and use it for good! Blah..... So I tried to eat some toast last night. It tasted better then anything I could imagine, but...made me violently ill again. I thought it had calmed down enough that maybe eating would help. Something small, just to have something in my stomach. BZZZ! Nope. Wrong! It translated into hours of agony and worsening of the pain and problems again. I couldn't get to bed until like 2:30am because I was just in too much pain to sleep. Then I woke up to a chainsaw at 9am as they trimmed the palm tree right outside my master bedroom window. Got back to sleep an hour or so later and slept until 1pm. And I only woke up because I heard the answering machine. The errands I was supposed to do yesterday were going to happen today but now are (maybe) going to happen tomorrow. Now my stomach is calmer but not better. Just there's nothing in it finally so it's slowed down. But I'm hungry and I haven't eaten since Sunday at this point. I'm just too scared to eat anything after last night's toast fiasco. Things were [seemingly] calm until I ate it then all hell broke loose. I just don't want a repeat. I'm worried that the [seeming] calmness of my stomach at the moment is just a ruse and that it's not really calm at all. Just waiting to attack me again. Stomach issues are the absolute worst. I deal with a lot of them in my day-to-day but stomach flu/food poisioning is another catagory all together. There's just nothing to do to endure it and there's nothing to brace yourself, it just sucks. Sucks bad and it hurts to hell. I think I might brave some chicken broth and see how that goes. Wish me luck.
~ from the beach near
:: miss m ::
at 6/27/2006 02:33:00 PM ~
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Monday, June 26, 2006
Holy Crap
I was supposed to run some errands today but I put it off because I had a bad migraine yesterday and my head was still feeling bad this morning when I got up. It was a good thing I didn't go out because I am violently - and I mean violently - sick to my stomach today. Out of absolutely nowhere and without any warning, I was suddenly really, really ill. That was like 2:30pm and it hasn't let up the tiniest amount. I've been ill all afternoon no matter and what I've taken, it's not helping. Now my stomach is feeling horrible and I feel beyond nauseous despite the fact I haven't eaten anything. Oh dear gods I feel like hell. And I have no idea why. Love was violently ill a week and a half ago for days and days. I don't know if I caught that (but why now? So long after he's better?) or what. But....ow. Fucking miserable.
~ from the beach near
:: miss m ::
at 6/26/2006 07:52:00 PM ~
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