There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies, and statistics.

-Mark Twain

A few days ago I ran a democratic visitor opinion for “advice.” Most of the advice I received was to change the theme. It was a good push for me because I was tired of it my self, and it was loading slow even on my high speed cable internet. So I needed an excuse to work on it. All my afternoon and evening was spent that day working on the new template. I was not 100% convinced of the colours and the brightness, but I guess I needed a change, and I said, “why not?” The white might save me a lot of problems with adding pictures and stuff to my posts. It’s kind of handy and a lot of stuff I will stop worrying about.

So I listened, created something that is so unlike me, and I grew into liking it. Then people’s odd and very detailed opinions started pouring into my blog and to my email. I said to my self, “WHAT THE HELL?”

I then ran a poll. I scribbled down the answers on a piece of paper and made a 4th grade chart of the results. My handwriting rocks! (God bless Photoshop!)

It was a very spread out poll. Less than 50% of the people that voted said they really really liked it. I was like damn. Democracy sucks ass.

So I came up with a final last word. This is my land! These are my rules, and the constitution states that a site owner does whatever he/she pleases! And since I am the only citizen, and you are my tourists, I will tell you this, SHOVE YOUR OPINION DOWN YOUR THROAT! DAMMIT! You people drive me INSANO!! I LOVE YOU AS MUCH AS YOU LOVE ME BUT I am STICKING to this THEME! You made me get off my lazy ass and create a new one. Look at the power that YOU possess!

I am going back to being the ultimate dictator and I say that this theme is half ASS and I am sticking to it to piss everyone off!

I don’t know what I did or even said but I got fudge! I got fudge from my boss at the end of the day, and I was like ?

So I thought about it and came up with various questions.

Q. What did I do?
A. Nothing productive.

Q. Why did I get fudge?
A. No reason, maybe I am just AWESOME.

Q. Did I share the pure chocolate fudge goodness with other people?
A. No. I don’t share fudge!

Q. How long did it take to get a bite out of it?
A. 27.5 seconds upon receiving it. That’s how long it took me to grab a plastic knife and open the box.

Q. Does my boss think I am awesome for no reason?
A. YES!

Q. Does my boss know my weakness?
A. All humans do! FUDGE!

Q. Are you jealous of me because I got fudge?
A. SUCKER!

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What would you name your very own country?

I would call my country “Amal” which means hope in Arabic. It would be “ard el amal” or the “land of hope.”

However, if I wanted to be an evil dictator which I was born to be I would call it, “MONA LAND!”

If I had to have one law for my country is to live in FREEDOM and everyone’s equal. Sounds half communist eh?

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I was flickering and decided to post some lovely pictures. Maybe I am turning to a softy after all, and each of us defines love in his/her own way.

However, we all need some love sometimes, right? I found these pictures and I thought they were too sweet that they need to be posted on my site.

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I have been getting equal negative and positive feedback about the theme. I listened to the majority of people who advised me to change the template. So I LISTENED and I did. I really don’t know what to do anymore. Some of you REALLY like it because you got sick of the old one. Some of you REALLY don’t like it because you don’t like the brightness and think it is so unlike me. Some of you REALLY don’t care and are driving me crazier cause I can’t think anymore.

So I decided to just put this poll and no comments. Give me honest answers, and then I will decide what to do, and it may not satisfy anyone but me!

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My mom loves to argue with me or tell me things that I absolutely cannot comprehend. Or she just wants to tell me off or make me feel worse about my self than I already am. So I have a class picture hanging on the wall from when I was in Senior Kindergarten! Over 20 years ago. She looks at it and says, “Oh I wonder what happened to everyone. I bet they are all married now and have kids and great young adults.”

I said, “I don’t care.”

She said, “do you care about anything? Or anyone?”

I said, “no. Why should I? Why should I care about people I haven’t seen for over 20 years!”

She said, “you are awful and I don’t understand you. Everyone cares about people and the past and how life turned out except you.”

I said, “ok whatever.”

She got me so mad. What am I to do? Look at people’s pictures or remember people or look at how great people’s lives have turned out. They are married, have children, and grown up! What am I to do really? Sit and mope around and keep thinking to my self, “WOW. My life sucks. Could it be any more suckier? I have a dead end job and I can’t even get another one. Boring life. No one talks to me or looks at me. None of my friends live in this stupid city of mine, and I have no idea what’s going to happen to me tomorrow.”

Could my life be any crappier?

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Yesterday or was it the day before my sister came home from school complaining about how the locker hit her finger and she got a huge scratch. The teacher then got her a first aide kit and bandaged her. So my sister loves to tell the story over and over and keep showing the evidence. So I looked at it and said, “this is nothing compared to what I what I used to do.”

She said, “what happened to you? Any bruises in school?”

I said, “yah! Almost every day. But one was special.”

She said, “what? What happened?”

I said, “well, you know the sharpener and the metal part of it? Those circle plastic sharpeners with the metal top?”

She said, “yah?”

I said, “Yah, so the sharpener broke off and fell inside the sharpener. I was a genius when I was 6 years old. You know what I did?”

She said, “what?????”

I said, “I wanted to take out the metal sharpener part by inserting my finger through the hole to take it out. My finger got stuck and wouldn’t come out. The top part was metal and the more I tried to take my finger out of it, the more the metal tried to go into my skin. So I couldn’t get my finger out of the hole.”

She said, “oh my GOD! What did you do?”

I said, “well, the school called mama, and they took me to the nurse, but the nurse couldn’t do anything.”

She said, “What?”

I said, “well, they had to search around for anyone who has a plier. The metal had to be broken apart with the plier. So I had about 3 teachers and a nurse around me till they found a plier and broke the metal. My finger was then free!”

She said, “wow. So you were bandaged for a while?”

I said, “yep. It was cut under my skin! I was heavily bandaged! I was famous after that day! Everyone in my grade knew me for what I did!”

She said, “I am way better than you. I never do that to my self.”

I said, “yah. You are not living your childhood at all. I used to come home every day from school with bleeding knee or bruised somewhere on my body.”

She said, “huh?”

I said, “yaaaah!! I played sports, especially soccer for school and I was bruised all the time. Mama would get mad on a daily bases!”

I think my sister after that thought I was a crazy horrible child! She just haven’t lived her childhood to the max yet! I feel sorry for her. Tsk tsk!”

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SEE! I changed my damn theme to be BRIGHTER and READABLE and EASY TO LOAD! Happy? My rebellion has just died with such brightness! Ah my eyes.

I can’t talk anymore. I am not used to such brightness. It is making me soft hearted!

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Fine! I will change the theme. I will create a new one from scratch! Just give me 2 or 3 days. Until then, for a punishment, I will not post!

I am kidden. I will keep posting and working on a new template. This one is long over due.

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Many people read my blog. I mean MANY! If I could count the number of visitors plus email subscribers plus RSS feed readers, then I got WAY too many. So I want to ask you this, “what advice would you give me from reading my blog?” It can be anything. Anything you saw wrong or want to criticize then tell me. Give me the advice that I think I need. This is the first and last time I am going to do this. So take advantage of this once in a life time opportunity!

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