Well as I came into work I got the good news that our online system that we use to log our calls is down, and has been all day. Not to mention the phones have been *knock on wood* slow, (may they not pick up) so it seems that after my rather long rough day yesterday .. I am getting a bit of a break today >;^} I am beginning to feel a bit better, head aches still here, but otherwise I'm beginning to find my smile.
"Im not a tipical girl because of my love for vampires"
WTF ... This has got to be one of the lamest things that people put in their profiles .. I mean come on, you're on a VAMPIRE website for crying outloud. Ohhh I'm not typical because I love vampires .. hellloooooooooooooooooo You are as typical as 90% plus, people on this site. DUH!!!! Or else we WOULDN'T be on this site now would we??? It's amazing just how creative people can be in this day and age..... Dami's out >;^}
Females are genetically more varied than males, an analysis of the X
chromosome by a large team of scientist has revealed in Nature
magazine. They found that female mammals, who possess two copies of
the X chromosome, express more genes than males, who only have one X
and a Y chromosome.
They also said that females were protected from many diseases because
of their double dose of the X chromosome. The X chromosome is one of
24 distinct chromosomes found in human cells and is much larger than
the relatively weak Y, containing 1,098 genes to the Y's 78.
This means that female mammals contain over 1,000 more genes than
males. To compensate for this, the female body switches off one X
chromosome randomly in each cell, thus evening up protein production
between the sexes. (GES/WNWCCB/TN)
Source Arcamax
H | Huggable (aww) |
E | Extrem (sometimes) |
L | Lusty (yep) |
L | Loud (not always) |
C | Clever (thats me) |
H | Hilarious (funny) |
I | Innocent (*wink*) |
L | Lovable (ain't I) |
D | Dangerous (sometimes) |
D | Delicate (I break easy) |
A | Astute (very) |
M | Mushy (ewww gross) |
I | Intense (extremly) |
If you are here, then that means one thing:
My journal is on your list and you just checked to see what I am ranting about or what I have to talk about today ...
Well, quite simply put, I am truly sick and tired of listening to people say ..
So and so bombed my profile .. I'm gonna go bomb them ..
Ok ya know what ... GROW THE FUCK UP!!!
So someone decides that for some reason or another they don't like you're profile, or maybe they don't like you. By going through and bombing their profile, do you think that's gonna make them like you any better??? No they are gonna put some ass kissy message and give you the 10 you WANT versus what ever it is they feel you deserve. The ratings are a persons OPINNION not some live or die breath of life.
I'm truly sorry and I know that I have probably just pissed off many people and more then likely lost a few friends. Well if that's the case, then I guess they weren't friends really, which that breaks my heart.
I know they/you have worked long hard hours on your profiles. Trying to convey to people who you are, and what you enjoy. As I have done the same. It is who I AM not who or what people THINK of me. Honestly, and I don't mean to offend anyone, but I truly do not care if someone doesn't like it or me, that is their business. If they don't care to take the time to get to know me, then it is their loss not mine.
But to run around and bomb someone’s profile just because you are mad at them, or you don't like them ... it's childish and petty. I never once bombed anyone's profile in words or rating. I gave what I FELT (me me me me) it deserved, not because this one didn't like them, and not because someone gave me a 1 or 2 or 3 or anything .. I may feel that my profile deserved more then a 5, but it is a persons purgative to give me a 1 so be it.
But for crying out loud, stop whining because some one rated you low. Ya know, people see the messages left and not only does it make the site look like it has a bunch of adults acting like children. But it also makes others want to bomb you, just because.
This is not directed at anyone in particular, so don't bother asking, it's for everyone ...
I had removed my profile, I did return it eventually, but it was to make a point, why the hell should it matter what you have in your profile? If you can't accept critisim for the work you do, why bother. It's become a popularity contest to too many people .. I dont' want to have the best profile, but there are others out there DEMANDING 10's from people and all they can do is whine about it. So go ahead change your rating, give me a 1 it's not going to hurt me, it's not going to make me hate you, it's not going to make me bomb you. If you really want to get to know me, then send me a message.
But I don't care if you don't like me or you're mad at me. There are more important things in life then someone giving me a 1 !!!!
Do I Really Reserve My Thought's and Tongue??
**sigh** I Guess I Don't Now Do I?
I was so friggin ready to tear someone a new ass hole a bit ago. Getting totally on my nerves ... been on the site a long while now, but to friggin lazy to read shit for themselves ... gggggggrrrrr ... but I must remember a certain equation that many, NOT ALL fall into ....
How many people think that all these friggin ring tones are getting so out of hand????
Ok I sit at a job where i have to call people back on the phones. About 90% of the time I get answering machine's or stupid ass ring tones from cell phones. That when the begin to play the blast a hole in your friggin eardrum. Not to mention, that they sound like a triangle chime being played in a 55 gallon metal barrel drum. Then, what's worse is after you sit there for like 5 friggin minutes while the damn song plays all the way through; you get some idiot on the voice message trying to sound all ghetto coolieo like...
For example ... I've just listened to a ring tone that sounded like Styx, Mr. Roboto -- but in reallity was Madonna's, Like a Virgin.
Oh and then I'd have to say one of the most stupidest, ascenine, and utterly retarded ring tone by far would have to be Ludacris', SOOTHE!!!
If I'm forced to sit there and listen some jack ass with a deep voice trying to sweet talk me .....
I'd rather hear the late great Barry White charm me out of my pants.
Well I just heard something pretty interesting when I came into the office this evening...
It seems that this morning on one of the local Chicago radio stations it was announced that our wonderful law makers either within the city limit's, or possibly through out the state; have decide to pass a law making it LEGAL for a hoe / hooker / prostitute to SUE her/ his Pimp for forcing her / him if the Pimp tries to prevent them from leaving the "Profession".
Ok, so now I ask you this .. if it is NOT legal to even BE a prostitute, then how is it that they will be allowed to sue their pimp?
Now if you ask me .. which I don't care if you are or you're not .. I personally DO NOT want the fuzzy purple leopard print fur coat and the matching velvet wide brimmed Fedora hat. Of course the gold plated teeth might fetch a pretty penny ...
Oh, and just so you all know, believe it or not I am trying to verify if this is true or not, the bill for a new law that is. I have no doubt about it being on the 'Loop' though ...
Yeah it's finally here ... the new memberships everyone's been talking about ... who would I be if I didn't get one for myself? A complete idiot that's who.
Ok I spend uhm how many hours here each and every single day???? LMAO
Some would say too many. Some would say I have no life, some would say I'm fu***n NUTs! Well let's see shall I answer those questions for you, so there is no longer any speculation????
Just exactly how much is to much? What is too much for one person may not be enough for another, but could be just right for the last. Gee kinda sounds reminiscent of Goldielock's and the Three Bear’s now doesn't it. ;^}
Hmm let's see *checking calendar* ... no life, no life, no life, no life, no life, no life, ... Wait, what's that? ... damn just a smudge of the ink, nope, no life.
Actually contrary to popular belief, I do have a life, I have a daughter. A father I am living with, who's house I clean and take care of, I do the cooking some of the time. I even have a job, although it is part time at the moment. But with everything I do, except for the drive time in-between, I can do and still chat with people. Yes even at work, like many others who do the same. But one must realize, I have moved back to my home town and 10 years have gone by. What few friends I did have are long gone. And my town has changed tremendously. What once was a safe place to walk around all hours of the night, well lets just say I'd rather face 10 vampires any day. It's just not safe. So I was invited to this site, and have made many, many new friends, some I wasn't even aware of. But my point is, I have a life, I just chose to live it here amongst the good people here.
Now as for the last, one need only read my posts, my messages, my profile, my portfolio and my journal to see the kind of person I am. I'll let you all figure that one out on your own. >;^}
Hehehe I just thought this was too funny, so i decided to post it here ..
Your Stripper Name is: Scandal |
Don't get me wrong, I love my dad to death, well most of the time. And I am eternally grateful that at my age he still lets me "come home" when shit happens and I have no where else to turn. But forgive me here and cover your ears ... I WISH HE WOULD BUTT THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE AND FINANCIAL AFFAIRS!!!!! >;^{
Financial reasons are not the reasons I had to move back home here from Georgia. He is the kind of man who thinks he knows everything and that his way is ALWAYS the only way to handle things. He's all the time nagging about "I have to do this, I have to do that, I need this, I need that...". He tells me I need to build my credit, I have to have a regular cell phone, I need to have a checking account, I have to pay this or that off. SO he insists and when I say this I mean it's too the point of him YELLING that I have to do these things so rather then listen to him yell and turn read an chance him having a heart attack, the man's on the verge of one at any point; I just say whatever and let him do it. He's always been a controlling person. My credit's shot to shit I know this already. Think too many people over emphasize credit anyways.
But anyway's, he doesn't stop to think that just maybe I don't feel I HAVE to have the same things in life that he or my sister or brothers HAVE to have. I never have, my thoughts are, if I want it badly enough, then I'll work for it, if I need it (but what do we really need in life but to eat, drink, and sleep under cover of a roof, and clothing) anything else to me are luxuries.
I had a perfectly good pre-pay cell phone, I always made sure there were minutes on it so my family could reach me, and it was there for emergencies. That's basically all I need one for. But no, that wasn't good enough, he insisted that I had to have a regular cell phone, so he has a phone added (when I'm not working) to his plan and expects me to pay the difference. Ok fine I'm willing to do that. But now I have yet another expense. Then he insists that I HAVE to pay everything off from when I lived in GA. Not month end disconnection bills, I'm talking about loans to which I WAS using to BUILD my credit. So he gets money orders and sends them to the places, then he complins that I have no credit *smack forehead* DUH!!! any hoo, this is something that he and I seem to go round and round about. There's not much in life that I feel I HAVE to HAVE. And it really pisses me off when he tries to take over my life and finances and throws up that my siblings and have this or that. Well good for them, they are status quote people, I am not. I'm content to have only what I need. I don't have to have the shiny new car, or all these extra things to show the kind of person I am. I'm me, plain and simple in my needs, but more complex in my thoughts, and only seek those that are the same. My sisters a yuppie, both of my brothers wives are into having to have certain things to show that they are in a certain finical "bracket". Why are people like that, I'll never understand it, why money and material things are so important to people .. I say this while thinking, if I didn't have my computer and internet, I'd go insane .. geesh that's stupid..... Ok, done ranting, go about your regularly scheduled business >;^**
This is a random conversation between CountessMoon and I about Vampire Rave Addiction, anyone wishing to contact V.R.A. please feel free to message either her or I for details on group meetings ROFLMAO >;^}
You how you get the mass forward e-mails? Some are dumb, but some will really make you stop to think. Well I just received this one today, and it's one of the few that really did make me stop and think. Hopefully you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl.
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about Grandfather," said the son. I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor. So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl. When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food. The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?" Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up." The four-year-old smiled and went back to work. The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
On a positive note, I've learned that, no matter what happens nor how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.
I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll
miss them when they're gone from your life.
I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life."
I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.
I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back.
I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.
I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.
I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.
I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.
People love that human touch-holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.
I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.
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