I've taken all I can take, and I can't take no more.

O'kay... I've been thinking this for a while, but reading this article has made me realize that I can't do it anymore. I refuse to buy another movie, or music recording from the big media machine until they as a whole realize that being raving lunatics will not solve their inability to change with the times.

The RIAA and MPAA are forking nuts... I can't support idiots, and will no longer.

True, I don't buy that much as it is... just have other things that my money needs to go to, but the occasional purchase that I used to make is no more. I'll make do with mp3.com, and cable TV until these unimaginative morons realize that suing away their problems will not work. Only treating their would-be customers as though they care about them will.

Damn fools... *shrug*

Then there's this. Why in the hell do people think that doing stuff like this is a good idea?

Does anyone else want to get together with me and start our own country somewhere, and the first law we'll pass is that stupid people are to be put on the first boat off island.

A dog at my feet that isn't my own.

I've been with my girlfriend for a few days now, and already I'm hating the idea that I have to go back home in a week. Admittedly we've had a little trouble getting into the groove of being in the same place, but it's something that comes up now and then. That aside, though, it's great to be with her again.

Currently, she's laying in bed finishing up the fifth Harry Potter book, and Riley (the dog) is under the desk looking at my feet. She's a nice dog... big, really big, but nice. I like her; even if she does still smell a little like 'wet dog'. She got a bath a few days back, and she's got really thick fur, so it takes a while for her to dry. The smell is almost gone now, so it's all good.

Other than that there's not really much to tell. I just found out a little while ago that my sister got in a car accident while in Indiana (I think that's where she is, anyway). Apparently, she's o'kay but the car probably isn't going to make it. That girl has the worst luck with cars. Though I think this is the first time she's lost one for this reason. *shrug* Guess she won't make it home before me after all.

She's one chapter from finishing her book, so I'm gonna wrap this up and see if she wants to do anything, or just hang around the house since we have it all to ourselves until tomorrow.

And the days pass into weeks into years into my life.

Well here it is almost the 14th, and I've been 29 for a few days. I guess it's not really a big deal, even though I make it sound like it is to me. The only time it really gets to me is when I realize I'm over a decade older than most of the people I work with.

Nothing really happened that day. I worked that morning, came home, sat around, went to bed after a nice conversation with my girlfriend. I've come to realize why I don't much care about my birthdays anymore, though. I really don't get presents... seriously, as a little kid I'd get something to play with, and it was neat getting these new things that someone knew I wanted often without my even having to actually tell them; then play with it all day, and I liked that. Now I get a card, and usually some money, and maybe some kind of clothing. It's cool, but on some level, it's just not the same. Oh well, it's all good... just something I realized.

On a brighter note, Tuesday I'm leaving to spend a week with the aforementioned girlfriend. Actually a little more than a week. Not enough to be there for her birthday, though. Maybe next year we'll get to be together for at least one of our birthdays; but then maybe we'll be together to stay by then. I can hope.

Happy Hallmark Holiday

Well, it's Father's Day, a day that never really meant anything to me as a kid, and it means even less to me now that I am a father type person.

I don't know, maybe it's just the whole idea of a 'holiday for the sake of a holiday' that doesn't work for me; whatever it is, I just can't get behind it.

I've tried, really I have... but nothing.

Oh well, happy Father's Day to those that it means something to. To the rest, happy Sunday.

Home again, home again...

Work sucks, nuf said.

Other than that I'm doing o'kay. Came home to an empty house (save the dog and cats) which is nice. It's quiet. After spending all day listening to people complain, quiet is a nice thing. Some days the attitude of the customers doesn't bother me, others the weight of their anger is crushing. Such is the life of a customer service agent I suppose.

I think it's time to raid the kitchen... yes, yes that's what time it is.

Something else I won't keep up with...

My collection of journals keeps growing, almost as fast as the number of entries I have in all of them combined. I make no promises that this one will be any different.

I lose the motivation to keep posting or just let other things take up my time. Either way, once I've let one lay dormant too long I have trouble picking it back up. So a new one gets made and the whole process starts over again. This time, this time I'm throwing money at it with a domain name. Will spending money keep me motivated or will it just be something else that I pay for but don't use.

We shall see.