Who the Heck Invited John Ashcroft?
Jan 12, 2002
Two days back, already "moderated."
I'd call it getting the shaft. (Moderators: I'm talking about a mine shaft and not John Shaft, 70's pop icon, so please don't moderate this post)
Now I don't want to say the moderaters are facist (Moderators: I said "don't"), but when you don't let PG stuff go, you become less of a "Moderator" and more of a "Puritin."
Free speech is becoming more and more of an issue in my country, with secret service agents and FBI agents sent to art galeries (Source: Christian Science Monitor) by a right-wing government that cheated it's citizens--mostly minorities--to gain power. Heck, by writing "I hope George Bush gets impeached," it is concievable that I could have federal agents at my door tomorrow. (Federal Agents: The quotation marks do not mean that I would ever write such a thing, at least not in public)
This is not a site for children, so why do you limit my vocabulary. I have to consider if every word I write breaks the very loosly defined "House Rules." I don't think that's fair or right. I can understand removing established "curse" words, but moderating innuendo is a tricky and potentially subversive thing.
Having said all this, I'm pretty sure you'll moderate me for trying to start a flame war.
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New Year: Fresh Pine Scent
Jan 9, 2002
They say practice makes perfect, and I need to practice writing. That is why I am back in full effect.
I still hate the swearing ban and my sadly demised journal, but I can work through these. Expect a new page with all the curse substitutes I will use on this page, and expect me not to write anything I really want to keep only in my journal.
I will make personal updates, but I will try to keep it to a minimum. Few of you care about my sob stories, and the truth is I care even less. Comedy is my hobby, and will be my career I hope. This will be my test market.
So hello once more, and this timw I won't be so whiny.
SW
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Two weeks without an update...
Jul 6, 2000
And a lot has happened.
I have started my new job at Panera Bread. I enjoy it much more than working at the Deli. The people are much nicer overall, and hard work is appreciated. The job itself is still what I would call "ass," but I can probably stand a few months there, as long as I'm not in the dish room and walking home soaked after work.
Speaking of the dish room, my hands are finally showing visible improvement. During my stint at the Deli, my hands were ravaged. Mfy fingertips felt like plastic and lost their fingerprints. They cracked and peeled from time to time, and now that I haven't done any ten hour shifts with my hands continuously in a sink for a couple of weeks, that appears to be the way it heals. They still have a long way to go, but I'm glad the damage was nothing serious.
Last night, I was saddled with a nasty headache. My sinuses hurt so bad that my teeth ached, so I decided that it was prescription strength Ibuprophen time. You may know ibuprophen as Advil or Motrin. A prescription dose is 600-1000 mg (3-5 non-prescription pills). I took four and shut my eyes; it hurt to look at light.
I've been battling clinical depression for some time now, and yesterday was a particularly bad day. I felt like I was going to cry continuously with no reason, and by the time I got the headache I was seroiusly considering taking anti-depressants again. My mood has been deteriorating for some time, and the last thing I want is to become suicidal again.
When the Advil kicked in, I felt better. Sure the headache was gone, but that wasn't all. I was in good spirits. Really good spirits. This got me thinking. Maybe ibuprophen is an anti-depressant in and of itself. The idea isn't so far fetched. Anyone who has had real clinical depression will tell you that it hurts physically. You ache.
I have become a big advocate of taking Advil whenever you have a cold. Everyone aches a little when they are sick, and most of the time they don't realize it. A little advil will clear the pain and, in doing so, clear your mind as well. I never made the connection with depression until last night.
Maybe it is a placebo, but day 1 of my personal anti-depressant trial is going very well. I take 1 pill every 4 hours (200mg), and I'm feeling pretty good. I might be wrong, but at 5 cents a pill and little to no side effects, I suggest you put down your St. John's Wort and try it.
Well that's all for today. Hopefully more tomorrow.
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"Take you dishwashing job and shove it up your filthy stinking ----, and while your at it you pile of rotten --- ---, go --- my ----ing ---- until your ---- ---- bleeds so bad you need a transfusion."
Jun 22, 2000
I will be far more kind when I call the Deli and tell them that Sunday is my last day, but that's what I will be thinking.
Panera hired me. My "all-American boy" facade seems to impress prospective employers. If only they knew my dark secret. I don't know how a "all-American girl" reality will work for a transsexual, but I guess I will find out when I get there.
Back to my research. Later. ^_^
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Nearing the end of the dishwashing job?
Jun 21, 2000
Possibly. Yesterday I recieved a call from Panera Bread. They want to set up an interview with me. I am so eager to leave my dishwashing job that I'll take anything short of another dishwashing job.
My mom let me know that my uncle wants to talk to me about my transsexuality. I certainly encourage that, but I have no idea what to expect. I assume that he is going to email me which is probably good. It is hard to tell a man that you want to be a woman to his face. Here's to hoping this gets easier with time and practice.
Well I have some fiber optics that are just begging me to test them. Time to fire up the lamp and get to work.
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