dizzy-dame's Diaryland Diary
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Urp!
Taquitos, Cherry Coke and cigarettes for dinner. And later? A big bowl of double cheese popcorn while I zone out on the sofa watching Jawbreaker. Also, there's the possibility of consuming mass quantities of Reese's Pieces
I’m all about the healthy living.
I may as well grab a spoon and attack a vat of Crisco.
7:11 PM - September 08, 2004
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A little lunchtime update.
Without getting into too much detail, to protect the innocent, as it were, the little fiasco with my template getting jacked has been resolved.
First, I'd like to publicly state that the owner of the site had absolutely no knowledge of what was going on until she found the comments in her mailbox. The owner is, indeed, someone I know, although I didn't realize it at the time. It's also someone I respect and like quite a bit.
Beyond that, she's also someone who is completely against what happened with the site, and would never have intentionally allowed it to happen. The minute she did discover what was going on, she took the site down. She also apologized profusely. Groveled, even.
I'm all for groveling.
In any case, I just wanted to say that, while I am still annoyed as all hell with the person that did do the dirty work, I in no way hold the owner of the site responsibile. She's done the right thing, because she is a fabulous person.
12:19 PM - September 08, 2004
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So, you wanna be a rock star?
It's amazing what a little blue nail polish and a pair of Mama's boots will do.
8:10 PM - September 07, 2004
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Grrrrr.
Stealing isn't cool. And when you take a design someone else has worked hard on, change a few graphics, and don't give proper credit? Yeah, it's still stealing.
You didn't even bother to take out some of the code that has my username in it.
Goddamn.
I'm pretty laid back. I'm happy to share. But that...that pisses me off.
6:28 PM - September 07, 2004
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Outta the way! I'm turning here!
So, I got behind the wheel of a car today. Well, technically I got behind the wheel of a mini-van, but same difference. Not only did I get behind the wheel, I drove it around.
No big deal, right? Shaddup, all you driving type people. I was terrified. It’s been a long time. A really, really long time.
We tried the whole parking lot thing, but it was making me too nervous. That, and I felt conspicuous as shit, imagining people watching me go around and around in circles, braking for no apparent reason.
“Maude, do you see that? What the hell is wrong with her?”
“Fucked if I know, June. Must be high.”
So we took a leisurely drive around the neighborhood, Franci navigating while I tried to concentrate on not getting us killed. She navigated me right to a very busy street, completely unintentional, and I almost had a heart attack. But, I managed to get back onto safer streets.
I really need to work on making turns. Especially with all the hills around here, and inadvertently gaining speed as you travel down them. A couple of times I had “Woo! Whee! Yeehaw! Oh, fuck me!” moments, as I careened around the corner. And the way people around here like to park right at the corner, directly behind the stop signs? Really fucking annoying. Especially when you’re driving a land barge.
Speaking of annoying, you’re required to parallel park for the driving tests here. Now, I’m the type of person that will find a parking lot two blocks away from where I need to be and walk, if the only available parking nearby requires parallel parking. I’m so not a parallel parking kinda gal. So, either I’m going to have to suck it up and learn, or I’m fucked.
Fucked, I tell you.
10:43 PM - September 06, 2004
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Nobody ever calls for me.
Riiiiing.
"Hello?"
"Who the fuck is this?"
"I live here, who the fuck is this?"
"Put David on the phone, bitch."
"David doesn't live here, cunt. You have the wrong number."
"Oh, I'm sorry." Click.
11:25 PM - September 05, 2004
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