Dwight: I am ready to face any challenges that might be foolish enough to face me.

I cried at the jobsite today. Luckily I was in my car so no burly construction worker could see me. Yeah, cause crying alone in your car isn't pathetic. ~sigh~ I don't have a bad day, I have a REALLY bad day. I suppose that's better than a series of half-crappy days. I just have one big bad one and get it overwith. Everything happens all at once.

What else? Oh, I just found out the Baby is going to have surgery on Saturday. He was scheduled for later but it got moved up. Oh, didn't I mention that he was scheduled for surgery? No, I didn't. I don't tell you everything, believe it or not. I am worried. That is all I have to say about that.

Then I find out that some a-hole is stealing my blog posts and calling them her own. Not just, 'hey, here's a neat post, read it!', but blatantly stealing the entire thing word for word and just posting it. The hell?

Her version. My version. And she added in last week's final sentence too just to stick it to me. Motherfuck. And it's not just me. She's lifting from other blogs, message boards, comments. I mean, check this out: HERS. MINE. No, MY mother wears the nightgowns, not yours you freak.

Go ahead. Leave her a comment and tell her that this is fucked up. Right now that is my only recourse, according to this. Believe me, I am getting blogger her ass, asap. What is wrong with people? I am so upset I can't see straight. This makes me want to stop blogging all together.

**update: Hey, that crazy ass took her blog down! Thanks for your help! I'm sure she'll be back under a different name, and trust me. I will find it. Or Nanners will. She does my dirty work.