Wednesday, March 27, 2002

what a way to spend my b-day.... cleaning up after a bunch of "christians", mostly from washington state and texas. yup, for threatening the life of an 18 year old who was trying to surprise me on my birthday, you sure are going to heaven for that, aren't you? or does god not see what you put on the web? i took that so-called "layout" off of my site. it's all 100% html now. i wouldn't want to link to someone like "yaya" if her idea of "fixing" things is to get mentally ill people on the web to post death threats to a cancer patient. i've rearranged some things here. go ahead and harass and taunt the tulsa woman that bought me my site. that's your speed. i don't live in oklahoma. apologies at this point are not accepted. go "do some more good" online. your god really smiles down upon that. do they teach you that in sunday school? you all make me sick.
~james

Tuesday, March 26, 2002

Doesn't Bother Me Any


Tomorrow, the guestbook will be closed. Sign it will you still can. Even you three nobodys. You've all been reported to KatGyrl, and she is pissed. Misrepresenting her site? Making threats in her name? Those aren't the things that people take lightly nowadays.

So many of you have sent me emails of kindness and support. I've been getting so many, there's no way I can even think about answering them. I feel kind of bad about that, so I want to take a moment right now and say a big Thank You to every one of you who took the time to write to me. I really appreciate you all. Your love overwhelms me.

So with that, all of us normal people are going to bed. We have lives to get up and go to in the morning. Though I know my AT&T stalker doesn't, and she'll still come here even though I've already stated that I'm going to bed and not going to write again until sometime tomorrow. Forgive her. She's blind and can't read. She can only post threats and hate in other people's names.

James doesn't care so I don't. I just hope that the person from StopThief.katgyrl.com who has AT&T and is stalking me now (they've been here 8 times in the last hour, and they aren't a fan) goes back to kindergarden or whatever grade they teach people how to read in California, and learns to read. Try not to stalk me too hard. You really need a life, you know that don't you? Must be sad, not to have anything else to do with your time. And getting a new IP isn't going to help you at all. I'll just post them as you come here:

23:22:55     12.237.199.211 
23:07:05     12.237.199.211 
22:52:02     12.237.199.211
22:34:20     12.237.199.211

Please go seek help. Anyone who stalks another's site really needs it. Especially if they're so cowardly they can't even email or use their real first name when attempting to communicate with someone else. Had you had scrolled to the bottom of the page, and looked next to my counter, you'd have clearly seen the link that you complained about. I found the design on my own, so yes, I give myself credit for finding the design. James also has the link on his site at the bottom of the page. So be sure and stalk him as well, you sicko.

Monday, March 25, 2002

Silently For Me


"The Sunshine is always better then the storm clouds!" ~~Kaycee
No shit, Sherlock.

Yes, I'm in one of my moods right now. James made some sort of KatyAction commentary last night/early this morning. Jade and Dennis have been fighting all day long, my room's a mess, and I don't have the strength or well-feeling to clean it, and it's freezing in here. Not to mention that tomorrow, well, in a couple of hours, James will be 20. Not only am I finally an adult, but he has to go and take the cake and turn 20. Yes, I already know the irony of this post. I'm pissed off about things that can't be helped. And I'm taking it all out on people who can't help it one bit. I was warned that I'd feel like shit when I got out, and I do. But the general shitty weather, and the delay for warmer weather? I know, that no one can help either, but it's not helping me that I feel so bad. I remember last year the air conditioners were going full tilt by now. But this year?

Okay, I'm off to go puke and then bed.