Listen, Blogger.
I am a busy woman. I do not have time for these shenanigans. When I click on "sign in" I expect you to sign me in. When I click on "create post" I expect you to open the fricking create post page. I cannot click back, and refresh, and back, and refresh, and close the program, and start it up again, and click back, and refresh, and back again..... a hundred times over just so I can update my weblog with the meaningless drivel that my 3 readers have come to expect from me. What do you think? That I have all day to fight with you? Do you think that I like sitting on this posture compromising chair waiting for you to capitulate?? Are you under the impression that I have nothing to do but contract eye cancer staring at a radioactive monitor for days on end, drinking pepsi and eating noodles?
I WISH that were the case. But it's not. I work 10 hours a day, and when I get home my back hurts and my head is itchy and I'm covered with grime and sawdust and I'm tired and crabby and I don't appreciate this shabby treatment. If you're not careful, I'll take my business to live journal or some other equally useless service with a not-nearly-as-cool name.
So stick that in your pipe and puff it.
As for the rest of you, I got nuthin'. I'm a little disturbed about this whole seal hunt thing, wondering when terri schiavo's parents are gonna respect her wishes and let her die in machine-free peace, and trying to figure out how it's possible that at the time when I most want to write, I can't come up with anything.
My parents and Chifunda will arrive on saturday afternoon to check out my pad and visit my church, so no, I don't have time to write much of anything, I don't even have time to write this post (but I did anyways, because I'm a pathetic blog junkie) because I need to clean the floor and do the laundry and straighten out the desk and table and other desk and coffee table and move my wardrobe from the floor into some sort of storage apparatus...... a project for which I have yet to develop a game plan.
So I guess this is goodbye. Until the next time Blogger lets me in, that is.
I am a busy woman. I do not have time for these shenanigans. When I click on "sign in" I expect you to sign me in. When I click on "create post" I expect you to open the fricking create post page. I cannot click back, and refresh, and back, and refresh, and close the program, and start it up again, and click back, and refresh, and back again..... a hundred times over just so I can update my weblog with the meaningless drivel that my 3 readers have come to expect from me. What do you think? That I have all day to fight with you? Do you think that I like sitting on this posture compromising chair waiting for you to capitulate?? Are you under the impression that I have nothing to do but contract eye cancer staring at a radioactive monitor for days on end, drinking pepsi and eating noodles?
I WISH that were the case. But it's not. I work 10 hours a day, and when I get home my back hurts and my head is itchy and I'm covered with grime and sawdust and I'm tired and crabby and I don't appreciate this shabby treatment. If you're not careful, I'll take my business to live journal or some other equally useless service with a not-nearly-as-cool name.
So stick that in your pipe and puff it.
As for the rest of you, I got nuthin'. I'm a little disturbed about this whole seal hunt thing, wondering when terri schiavo's parents are gonna respect her wishes and let her die in machine-free peace, and trying to figure out how it's possible that at the time when I most want to write, I can't come up with anything.
My parents and Chifunda will arrive on saturday afternoon to check out my pad and visit my church, so no, I don't have time to write much of anything, I don't even have time to write this post (but I did anyways, because I'm a pathetic blog junkie) because I need to clean the floor and do the laundry and straighten out the desk and table and other desk and coffee table and move my wardrobe from the floor into some sort of storage apparatus...... a project for which I have yet to develop a game plan.
So I guess this is goodbye. Until the next time Blogger lets me in, that is.
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