Stupid Digg Coment Replying Fools

It's true, even when I'm not pregnant I am overly emotional about things. So clearly right now is the wrong time for me to look back at my comments on Digg and read people's replies.

Who cares what people say about my comments? So what is I have been buried like 100 times? Why should it matter to me?

Oh but it does. The curse of being over sensitive is getting to me.

Essentially if you leave a comment on a story and it in anyway implies you have a heart, well then you're doomed to be berated and laughed at. I'm the kind of girl who would give up a swing for someone else at recess. The other diggers apparently are the bullies who would then push that kid out of the way so they can have a turn first.

Yeah, I said it. I don't like DIGG commenting bullies. Those cynical whiners out there who are so bitter and skeptical that they can't just appreciate when someone actually cares. I mean seriously, are you that miserable? Are you!?

So here I am, even devoting a post, so that I can now complain about something ridiculously trivial! WHY!

Oh well. It's Friday. It's fabulous Friday and I'm going to leave work early so I can get some things ready for Braeden's birthday party. That's a topic worth writing about for sure. Braeden is going to be 5 YEARS OLD! I still can't believe it. How fast the time has gone, quicker than a blink I'd say. My baby will be in kindergarten next year. He wants to learn to ride a bike without training wheels. He practices sounding out words and reading what he recognizes. Oh my heart, you'll be the apple of my eye until the day I die and even in the after life. I love you, Brae!

Labels: brae, digg, rant, stupidness