This is MY journal, my space, to rant and rave or gush or say anything I want to without burdening my friends with ranting and raving if they don't want to hear it. Anyone who WANTS to, has to make an active choice to come here and read what I'm thinking. If you're reading this, you CHOSE to be here. I leave it public so *anyone* who wants to read it, can choose to do so. Posters who come in and spew hatred and anger at other people's thoughts have to actively choose to first read the post, then write something about it. I did not invite them in and I do not invite them to respond. I choose to NOT have that kind of crap in MY journal ... I don't do it in yours, don't do it in mine. It's people like that who make me start to understand why someone would go through the trouble of making in internet journal then block it so people can't read it. By posting this on the internet, I intentionally am choosing a medium for other people to read, otherwise I'd just write in my notebook and keep it all private. I do not request or expect any comments, it's merely a tool to let me get my thoughts out to those people who care enough to listen. So if you don't like what I have to say ...
get the fuck out of my journal!
get the fuck out of my journal!












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Date: 12/10/06 06:17 am (UTC)From:Glad I'm not an asshole... :)
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Date: 12/11/06 03:11 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 12/11/06 06:20 am (UTC)From:The last time he did something like this was on the Freaks mailing list, as some of you may remember. So, because I could, I saved the whole thread for that childish diatribe and I posted it on my website. It's far too long to post here, but you all can read it at www.theinnbetween.net/snark1.html. Those of you who caught the anonymous posts that prompted this Journal Entry before I deleted them, see if that doesn't sound like him.
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Date: 12/11/06 07:04 pm (UTC)From:My crazed troll found me on communities and I never got anonymous grief till I got a big f-list and posted to a few places, so your reasoning's sound.
Only way I could figure some random weirdo would've found you would be thru mine or Franklin or Cherie's LJ and that didn't seem too likley.