Comment Approval

Okay, so I'm back with another Blogger bitchfest. After the day *I* had today between my fuckhead doctor 'n our local pussy pharmacy 'n a couple of young asshole female bitches who like to refer to themselves as "doctor's nurses" but who really ain't nuthin' but lil' girls playin' dress-up in cartoon printed scrubs, be thankful that's ALL I'm bitchin' about. So get ready cuz here I go:

What IS IT with this comment approval bullshit for certain blogs? Lemme see now, WHOSE blog did I just come from where my comment needed to be "approved" by the blogger himself/herself/itself? Well now, ain't that just great. I can't freakin' remember. It was only a minute or so ago but I reckon I'm still twisted over what transpired earlier this afternoon while standin' inside the pharmacy 'n screamin' into my cell phone at the dumb bitch in my doctor's office who has a bad fuckin' habit of quickly puttin' me on HOLD every damn time I call there 'n who dunno her ass from her own friggin' elbow. I've been dealin' with these idiotic morons since Wednesday so I'm on my last nerve with them.

And then to top off my already unpleasant afternoon quite nicely, I hadda run into a couple/two/three people here who insist on "approvin'" any damn comment that may come their way which was just the icin' on the cake. And altho ya may have noticed that I've been fairly quiet here as of late, well, I just couldn't keep my mouth shut any longer.

So tell me. Please. What's with the need to snuff out somebody's comment that may be left here for ya? Whaaaa, if ya don't like what somebody's gotta say ya just prevent it from bein' printed in yer blog? Or is it more like ya just feel like pickin' 'n choosin' what ya may or may not wanna share the somethin' that somebody mighta said at yer blog with the entire bloggin' community? I just don't get it. Why allow comments at all if yer gonna "approve" some but not others? Do ya do it to prevent yerself from gettin' yer feelin's hurt? To save face? Or is it to prevent any of yer enemies from spillin' the REAL beans about ya? Lord knows there must be a dozen or so other excuses as to WHY somebody would do that but I'll be damned if I can think of any more right at the moment.

Well, I'd love to stick around 'n cut ya down some more but I just can't keep my eyes open any longer. I'm noddin' as if I just shot 10 bags of some killer-ass dope (no such luck dammit). I'm tired, I'm literally full of piss 'n therefore I'm jumpin' up from the computer like every 10 minutes on the minute to go take a wicked leak thanx to those damn Lasix pills I've gotta take...and yes I'm also full of shit most times too, both literally 'n figuratively I might add, but they just don't make a laxative strong enuff for MY always irregular fat ass no thanx to those pitiful pharmaceutical companies; and besides all the medical bullshit I dealt with today I also hadda crrrraaaaaaazy day at work.

So, until the next moment of madness hits, MeanDonnaJean is over 'n out.

And speakin' of out, cut out that damn comment approval bullshit, will ya? It fuckin' annoys the shit outta me.

But like my co-worker always says:

"What DOESN'T fuckin' annoy the shit outta ya, Donna? Is there ANY thing at all that ya WON'T bitch about?"

And like *I* always say right back at him:

"Nnnnnnope".