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So after days of trying to remember how to log in to this thing, I FINALLY got it!
I hate passwords. And usernames.
Especially when I have 14 million of them!
And then if you don't use an account for like two months, you can't remember anything.
Nothing.
Not the stupid user name,
Not the stupid password.
Nothing.
I had something to say tonight.
Before all this user name and password nonsense.
But now i'm so irritated with the amount of time it took me to get to my soapbox
I don't know if it's even worth stepping on it and checking the mic.
Maybe I'll just save it for another day.
One when I'm not in such a pissy mood.
One when I won't pour out the VOLUMES of angst that are gagging me as I type.
I managed to make 1, O-N-E piece of jewelry tonight.
The feeling is not there.
Helloooooo???
{crickets}
Nope-not there. No echo, no reply, nothing.
And I have to make a Christmas tree look fabulous tomorrow.
I'm counting on Dave (Matthews) to perk me up and get me through it.
Cause this year, I just ain't feeling it.
Not trees, not presents, not family, not love.
Especially not love*.
That's a different subject for a near future blog.
*[Love=above mentioned angst]
So tonight I am feeling this: cold milk, strawberry poptarts, loud fan, and 600 thread count egyptian cotton sheets (my Christmas present to myself). Yes, I bought them. Spent the moolah. On me. Nobody else will. So I do it to make me feel loved. And comfy. And pampered. Because I'm worth it. At least I hope I am.
Until next time...

J.