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i need to stop holding others responsible for my personal happiness.
i need to stop basing my self-worth on how i am treated by others.
and perhaps most importantly, i need to stop making excuses for people who suck/hurt me.
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and on a totally unrelated note: i am totally salivating to see 300. who wants to watch a badass bloodbath with me?
on another totally unrelated note, a local radio station that i listen to allows its listeners to pick a 5-song "shuffle" on the station's website. so for at least 20 minutes, one person is in charge of what's being played on the site. i thought this was pretty cool, so i submitted a few "shuffles" to the station.
the other day, the DJ who runs these things called my house and said that one of my shuffles had been chosen, and asked me to record a few sound-bites for it. now, due to the fact that i slept entirely too fucking late today, i missed hearing myself on the radio, which may be totally vain, but how often does that ever happen? s0meb0dyt0ldme, however, DID hear it, and told me that while i have a very clear voice for radio, the host wanted to correct me on a minor bit of trivia. APPARENTLY the toadies are from DALLAS, not chicago, as i had previously thought.
thanks for making me look like a jackass, stupid radio station.
i need to stop basing my self-worth on how i am treated by others.
and perhaps most importantly, i need to stop making excuses for people who suck/hurt me.
__________________________________________________________________
and on a totally unrelated note: i am totally salivating to see 300. who wants to watch a badass bloodbath with me?
on another totally unrelated note, a local radio station that i listen to allows its listeners to pick a 5-song "shuffle" on the station's website. so for at least 20 minutes, one person is in charge of what's being played on the site. i thought this was pretty cool, so i submitted a few "shuffles" to the station.
the other day, the DJ who runs these things called my house and said that one of my shuffles had been chosen, and asked me to record a few sound-bites for it. now, due to the fact that i slept entirely too fucking late today, i missed hearing myself on the radio, which may be totally vain, but how often does that ever happen? s0meb0dyt0ldme, however, DID hear it, and told me that while i have a very clear voice for radio, the host wanted to correct me on a minor bit of trivia. APPARENTLY the toadies are from DALLAS, not chicago, as i had previously thought.
thanks for making me look like a jackass, stupid radio station.