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MySpace has booted me. Apparently when I asked about the trouble with my log in email, they "fixed"it. They fixed it alright. They fixed it so now I cannot log in at all. I think someone over there may have screwed something up, but now no one is responding to my requests to help remedy the situation. Oh well. Back to live journal. I really don't feel like creating a new account. What a pain in the arse.
While listening to talk radio on Thursday, the subject of the Patriot Act seriously pissed me off. I called in to bitch at the host, but I just sat there on hold and never got through. Some of us have lives and cannot wait on the phone for an hour and 3 minutes to bitch out a small-minded, big mouthed, balding mofo with a pot belly and a huge ego.
M and his new love broke up. Strange how things work, huh? Apparently she cheated on him, or at least that's the word on the street. "On the street" meaning "straight from DeeDee" who talks to him on a semi-regular basis, so I know the info is legit. I never would have thought. She was a really sweet person inside. It's baffling. The sick part is, I would take him back in a milisecond. If he called me and wanted to talk to me about it, I would listen with both ears and my heart. My arms would be open. Sometimes I wonder why I can't just shut it off, why I keep this ridiculous flame for him. Now I hate her. I hate her for pretending to be sweet, yet becoming nothing more than a beautiful shell with a rotting soul. She hurt him. I want to hurt her. I want nothing more.
While listening to talk radio on Thursday, the subject of the Patriot Act seriously pissed me off. I called in to bitch at the host, but I just sat there on hold and never got through. Some of us have lives and cannot wait on the phone for an hour and 3 minutes to bitch out a small-minded, big mouthed, balding mofo with a pot belly and a huge ego.
M and his new love broke up. Strange how things work, huh? Apparently she cheated on him, or at least that's the word on the street. "On the street" meaning "straight from DeeDee" who talks to him on a semi-regular basis, so I know the info is legit. I never would have thought. She was a really sweet person inside. It's baffling. The sick part is, I would take him back in a milisecond. If he called me and wanted to talk to me about it, I would listen with both ears and my heart. My arms would be open. Sometimes I wonder why I can't just shut it off, why I keep this ridiculous flame for him. Now I hate her. I hate her for pretending to be sweet, yet becoming nothing more than a beautiful shell with a rotting soul. She hurt him. I want to hurt her. I want nothing more.