Okay seriously.
What the hell is with all the spam lately!?

I, in the course of like, two hours, received 139 spam comments on Pink-Spider.net. Not to mention the ridiculous amount of spam we’ve been getting on S-T lately. What gives?

No one really comments on P-S so it’s not a huge deal here, but on S-T we’re also getting a lot of legitimate comments being placed in the spam queue. I don’t even know why; there are no links, no bad words, nothing that remotely looks like advertising.

It’s weird.
And irritating.

when people talk to me like I’m an idiot.

Okay yes, I say stupid things. Or I go quiet for long periods of time, mostly because I just don’t know how to reply.

BUT I am not an idiot.
I can understand.
If I don’t understand, I will ask.
So don’t talk to me like I’m a four year old child.

That is one thing I absolutely adore about him.
He has never talked to me like I’m stupid.
Ever.
And I’ve said some pretty stupid things to him.

For anyone who follows me on twitter, you’ll know that I had vowed to create the ZOMG BEST REPLY EVER on Friday.

Well, that didn’t turn out as planned. I am completely stuck.

I feel like I don’t know how to carry on a normal conversation with him, because… I don’t know. I could hardly talk to him the first time we met, and I feel like that all over again.

If he wasn’t so damn cute, I wouldn’t have this problem.

I need something to say. That’s not super creepy, weird or awkward. I’m at the point where I’ve overthought it so much, that I’m running around in circles and just making myself angry. I know. I know. Stop overthinking. I’m reading too much into everything, and then readng into things that haven’t happened (… I know) because I’m ridculous like that. I just don’t want to regret anything like I did before.

I mean he has like the perfect mouth. And voice.

It also bugs me when people say they ‘know’ how I feel when I’m sick.

No, you don’t know how I feel.

You have all of your large intestine. I do not.

So you can’t possibly, truly know how it feels when it starts to act up, and I get a really bad stomach ache. I call it a stomach ache, but it’s not actually in my stomach. It’s below it. 

It hurts. Very badly.

On the plus side, I am feeling a bit better today than I was yesterday. The pain isn’t as constant, which is good. I mean, you’d hope it would start to go away. I spent more time in the washroom yesterday than I did all last week.

Too much info. Right.

If you’ve taken people’s information before, especially over the phone, I’m sure you’ve had things spelled out for you.

Which is fine, I appreciate it when people spell their last names and street names when they’re really crazy, or have a different spelling than you’d think. I don’t want to get their name wrong.

But sometimes, people need to ease up a little and give me the benefit of the doubt. I am not a complete and utter moron.

Today, I had a lady tell me her address. Great, no problem. I forget what the first part was, but the ending was ‘Place’. She proceeded to spell the word ‘place’ for me.

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After that, when I was getting her email address, she also spelled out ‘gmail’.

Now I know she didn’t know me, and doesn’t know that I use gmail myself, but it’s not like it’s an unpopular email client. If I’m asking for your email, wouldn’t you assume I ask for everyone’s email and probably have had a gmail address before? Same with the lady who spelled ‘comcast’ for me.

But what gets me, is the people who have really hard last names. You know, like Sweofjwefojwe, and they don’t spell it, but then when you ask their first name, they’ll go, “B -  O -  B”.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Don’t talk to me just because you’re bored.

Or because I’m the only one online.

Or because you want help with something.

I’m really sick of that bullshit.

Only talk to me if you actually want to talk to me.

Otherwise, don’t waste my time.

For some reason, I am ridiculously sleepy today.

I got a good amount of sleep, I think I slept well (which is a bit unusual), but here I am, yawning like crazy and ready to take a nap right here on my desk.

My dad came into my room this morning, at about 8:30am, telling me that he needed to print something. Okay, he has the day off today, so what on earth does he zomg need to print at 8:30 in the morning? (The answer, btw, is nothing). I’m not sure if he knows how to work the printer or not, but I told him I can print it for him when I get home. He said he had to have it right away. e_e

My printer sits on my desk, and is generally covered with clothes and stacks of magazines. Needless to say, it’s not even plugged in and you couldn’t print with it if you wanted to. Not where it’s sitting right now, anyways. I told him I’d bring it downstairs on my way, which I did.

So I get down there with the printer and he goes, Oh it’s okay. I don’t need it. 

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He just was upstairs bugging me about it like it was a life or death situation, and now he doesn’t need it? Things like that make me want to fall over.

It’s insanely windy today, so I didn’t take the Skyway and almost forgot how to get to work. You know how you get so used to going one way, like you could do it with your eyes closed, so going another way just seems strange? Yeah. That’s what happened. Luckily, I made it here okay and didn’t get lost, but there were a few times I thought maybe the wind will push my car off the road. O_O! 

IT WAS THAT INTENSE.

It’s still pretty bad, and I can only imagine the tree limbs and such that’ll probably be all over the streets. 

In good news, I got all the parks done and up. Now it’s just a matter of checking them all to make sure everything is okay, and checking up on the ones that weren’t done (hopefully because they shouldn’t actually be there). And at least the day has gone by pretty fast. I find that the morning goes fastest, so if I wait and eat my lunch later (around one), the afternoon goes a little more quickly.

Two hours left until home time.

I wasn’t going to comment on this, but I can’t help it.

I seriously. Hate. Drama.

No, I mean I really do. It’s tiresome and hardly ever worth the effort. I know that it’s easy to say, “then stop replying” or “ignore them” and the like, but when someone insults you or something that you’ve put a lot of effort into, it’s hard to stay out of it, you know?

It’s the worst when something is over with, and then for some (generally unknown) reason someone has to rehash it.

Blah. I’m not cut out to deal with drama, and I’ve never been a drama-filled person (at least, I don’t think I have). But even thinking back, I never really had much drama in high school. I had a friend who created drama out of everything, and there were times that we were apparently mad at eachother, but I was never informed.

The only other drama time I can think of was Japan. And that too could have been easily avoided had someone had the balls to be upfront with me. Or decided to act not like an asshole. Although in his case, it seems like that would have been an impossible feat.

Anyways. I’m not drama liking person. I like things when they are quiet, going smoothly and everyone gets along (to a decent degree). My little bubble is a happy place.

I hate it when people send e-mails and request a receipt saying that you’ve read it.

I get this a lot at the campground (and it’s usually from the same person; I know who it is).

I say “No” that I don’t want to send them a receipt just to be spiteful.