Tuesday, Jun. 24, 2003 - 9:55 a.m.
Okay, quick blurb before I get ready for work.
*Sigh*
Alas, my intentions to vent have apparently been blown completely out of proportion. All I wanted to REALLY vent about was that shit-talking doesn't fly well with me. Should it? That is a good question. On occasion, my thin skin is far more visible than it should be, and for cripes sake, I take back my bitching. I don't want the unneccessary drama of Internet mud-slinging, which is why no names were mentioned. I was only mentioning the fact that things I see and hear affect me, and I don't want to hear any more about how my complaining about them is some sort of cliff from which future drama will be springing at any given point. That just isn't my style, and I am leaving it at that. Please, no e-mails about whatever rumors are floating around. I am nipping this non-existant drama in the bud.
There are better emotional things to talk about, but I have no time and I've missed Pilates today, so I'm cranky enough as is. I'll write more within the next couple of days if my computer is still hooked up. Gotta run for now.