05.23.00, part 2.
Indignation

I really wish people would stop putting those silly cursor trailors on their websites. It's disconcerting enough when they change your cursor alltogether, but those annoying little dots that follow you around, like security guards after a paranoid shopper have -GOT- to go.

I can think of at least three sites that I would go to more regularly if they didn't have those stupid things.

I do most of my surfing from work. I rather imagine that most people do, actually, even if some of them won't admit it. It's most inconvenient to go to a site that hijacks your machine just so it can do some silly full-screen intro fade, just as the boss comes by. Luckily, my work PC doesn't have a soundcard, so I'm spared the indignity of going to Yet-Another-Goth-Site and having the overture from Phantom of the Opera blare out at me in really bad MIDI.

I also would really appreciate it when a corset site lets you know in advance that tits, asses, and other bits are visible. I will note the URL and hit it from the house, not work. It doesn't matter that other people won't see it on my screen. I will know. It's perfectly hypocritical of me, but there you have it.

Just me, piping up. (And you thought I had no opinions.. I just save them all for this forum. It's much simpler to type the damn things than to speak them.)

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05.23.00

I sit on the train, and watch a plane come in for a landing, and wonder what it would be like to die. This is, I believe, to be attributed to the empty hollow that is my stomach. I'm HUNGRY!

I really hate dieting. It's the same concept as work. I don't like being made to do something I may or may not be inclined to do. It's the "have to" factor that bugs me so much.

This probably explains a lot about me. I know it goes far towards the "you have no self-discipline" argument. I guess I'm just such a rebel, that I need to rebel against myself. Or else, it's an artifact of being a little too independent for too many years. I want to do things on my terms, at my times, and when I want something, I want it *NOW*. Not in some vauge, indefinable future.. ("you'll lose 2 lbs a week if you do this.. if you backslide even a little, who knows when you'll be thin and pretty again.")

And why bother living if the things you do are not a) pleasurable or b) nescessary to the continuation of the species? Seeing as people who have seven kids at a time have THAT all sewn up (though I'm not entirely sure I want people like that representing my species in the gene pool..)

Everything I do, therefore, should be something I get enjoyment from. From waking up in the morning, to figuring out what to wear, I should be pleased with myself. This, alas, is not the case.