The other night
K* called the other night and I talked to her for an hour and twenty minutes. I got to tell her everything I’ve written about the last couple of weeks. When I first moved out of the Foster Home and into my own place, she called me every week on Friday nights and talked to me at International (Japan-US) rates. K*, who loves me and whom I love, never ever said any of my stories were bs.
The other day some dickhead wrote me a nasty note about how I wrote about the same shit all the time. He, on the other hand, doesn’t write shit except for nasty notes. If he can read and write. 31% of recent college graduates are functionally illiterate- cannot understand a newspaper article. No doubt dickweed is one of them.
After the car wreck I had a LOT of testing to do- the kind that measured my abilities to read and comprehend, how I write, and how much of what I see I understand.
The tests showed some defiencies in cognitive reasoning and in visual understanding. The tests also showed that I am in the top 1 % verbally. (since I can’t talk so great, lol, it is also a measure of writing and understanding)
Dizzy Dean: "Ain’t bragging if ya done it".
Those who love me or think highly of me never ever say I write too much, and as for taking pictures, I rarely take a bad one.
Those nasty notes did affect me though. Earlier I wrote something to the effect that I had gained no new enemies in 2005 and it bugs me that I might have been wrong about that Someone who had been friendly, if not a FRIEND said and wrote shit about me, so either he had a change of heart over the year or he’s always been a dickhead and just now revealed himself.
I’m betting on always has been, just showing now, myself.
Four more days until Christmas. The Sunday papers this week should be thin. The Sunday first edition on Saturday goes to every store, but on Sunday, Christmas day, all my big stores are closed. The little ones like 7/11 and Plaid Pantry will get lots more in compensation, so while I don’t get any more for holiday pay or anthing, I won’t have as many stops and will get done a little sooner than other weekends.
I hope that international phone call bored the shit out of the NSA.
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Some of us love you and DO think highly of you…..and I’ve always felt like you’ve had something interesting to say, even when it was just your remarkable pictures…smiling…~the feline~
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I don’t think you made an enemy; I think this was just some assholish person who randomed in and decided to leave you a nasty note. It happens…. makes ya wonder why there’d be a person with nothing better to do, though! The few times this happened to me, it affected me for awhile too. It’s hard to throw the thought of it out, but you will, eventually! :o) hugs, Weesprite
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Sheesh – why do so many people feel it necessary to be rude?
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Sorry I’m behind on reading my faves and noting my entries, and this whole thing has been going on for a while, but I wanted to comment- Cat, this is your place to post- whatever you want, whenever you want, however you want- it is no ones choice or business but yours. And those that read you and continue to read you don’t care if it is or isnt repetative- infact, aren’t all our diaries a little
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repetative? think so- because it’s about us, and what we are going through, and what weve gone through- and big important events in our live affect us for a long time, which is why we keep writing them, so we can work through it. I’m a 20 year old, married college student in Ohio- you and I have little to nothing in common- but I read all your entries and see all your pictures regardless because
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I care about you know, infact I think I’ve read your diaries for more than a year or two. People who crtisize others on an online journaling website must lead really sad lives if they have nothing better to do than harbor grudges againt people in the internet… This is my second fave who has had this problem this month, how dissappointing!
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I don’t understand how people post nasty notes here. As my mother always taught me, if you don’t have anything nice to say, then don’t say anything at all. More people could learn from that quote. Here at OD we all seem to get to know eachother more intimately as “friends” virtual though it might be, and I think that calls for people to be even more gentle with eachother for their honesty.
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I got some nasty comments to a note I left on our intranet message boards at work earlier today. I thought mine was reasonable, but people jumped all over me. *sigh* sometimes people are having a bad day and take it out on you; sometimes they are just generally jerks. it’s unfortunate. but carry on, cat, those of us who are here will still be here.
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