Yep, it works. Both getting the $1 credit and the credit itself expire midnight PST--aka, you have to both get AND use it by then--but it's easy as pie to get.
This is the page you go to to read the instructions and find the button to link your Amazon and Twitter accounts, thus actually getting the credit.
I have mine, though no idea what to get with it. Suggestions are appreciated.
Meanwhile, enjoy links to some of the free music I've been downloading from Amazon.
Songs
Thread, by Now, Now
Walk With Me, by Memoryhouse
Old Mythologies, by The Barr Brothers
About a dozen more songs later, along with half a dozen or so albums--all legal and free, I add again.
If you download any of these songs, or the ones I post later (and the albums I post with them), I'd love to hear what you think of any of them.
My vision is screwy again--I can't say I can safely drive atm, but migraines do that, it's just lasting a while--so I'm off the FList thing, and I hate that. As a result, my guilt makes me share pretty things. Lucky you, I guess, but I apologize for the things on my FLists that I miss when things like this happen. I also give big hugs to those who DO email me and understand.
And I guess, for the first time, I'm admitting how badly it hurt and upset me when a few people chose to NOT undestand or accept my disability, and instead ended our relationship. Most assumed that WAS reading my FList again--even though, as I pointed out in each case, that I had SAID I would post when I was reading again. In several of those cases, I had also been making sure to send an email at least once every two weeks, to try and keep in touch--because they were important to me.
After pointing these things out, in each case--few, but yeah, they hurt like hell and made me feel small and like I was worthless or worth only caring abuot for so long because of symptoms of my illness I couldn't conterol--the person basically went, "Oh...well, we may as well stay defriended anyway and not bother fixing our friendship/getting close again/talking/whatever".
In more than once instance, I knew there was something else also going on, which hurt more; I'm grateful that not only were there few people who did this, but even fewer who lied in part about things. I am.
But it hurt. Which is why I try and post when I can't read FList. No, I'm not ignoring you. Yes, I'm getting better. But until the day EVERYTHING is 100% gone, I'm still sick, I'm still taking medications that damage my body and have serious side-effects, and my life is kinda still at risk from the bartnoella especially. I've given up, a little; when I feel like I'm the only one making an effort, or the majority of an effort, I just...don't have the energy to KEEP feeling that way and making the effort in a friendship, no matter how badly I want to. I need the support and to be contacted, too, not always the one contacting.
(Course, I'm also utterly exhausted all the time; the physical therapy is hard and painful and I'm throwing myself into it because I don't have another choice. So that doesn't help with reading FLists or with emailing people who I DO still try and keep in contact with. Don't worry about if you're one of the people who I feel like I may as well just...conserve my energy, I guess, rather than keep investing into a friendship that some people (and it's plural) say they want, but don't act like. I say don't worry if you are one, knowing that half of you will, as we geek girls do insecurity well, many of us. But mots of the ones I'm talking about aren't on DW nor LJ, so seriously, it's not worth it. if you DO worry, then my suggestion is to simply email me and talk about nothing, as that's proactive rather than worrying! You can ask if you're someone I'm referring to as well, if you want, but odds are extremely high I'll say no. And I'm almost always open to re-engaging in a friendship with just about anyone, the few exceptions being those who I know, however sad it makes me, would not be healthy for me to engage with again in just about any manner.)
I don't lie--and I mean that in all ways. Lying by omission or implication is still lying. One thing I can promise to all and for always is that you'll never get a lie from me. I also don't use the truth to be cruel; I promise that too. It may hurt, but I never mean for that result and hate when it occurs.
I promised myself a lot of things this year--to get healthier and stronger, for one; to learn that it is okay to be angry and also how to be so appropriately, have the right level of response to each situation, for another. A third is to learn to love myself more. To find myself physically beautiful--that's hard. It's very hard. I see a weak body that's too sharp in features and too-large breasts that often hurt, and there's just...I don't see any beauty in me. But part of that is feeling trapped in a cell, in this body that I sometimes feel betrayed me; beauty is hard to see, there. Someone helped me, a lot, even if he also caused me more emotional pain than I thought he could, too, though, and I'm still trying.
And I'm trying to love my non-physical traits, which is easier. Honesty being one. Which means feeling safe to write what I need to in my own blog.
I didn't, for a long time. About three years of time, I guess. Someone went looking to see if I had an LJ s/he was not friended by; I did, and after finding it, s/he accused me of using it to rant about him/her in it. (I never did, and the thought kinda shocked me. I was writing about things related to my health, of all kinds, my religion-related troubles, and how hard it was at the time to handle school, my health, and my family...being, well, my family.)
I've never looked to see if someone has a blog I'm locked from; not my business. I certainly wouldn't assume what was in a journal I couldn't see. So I don't know if it's common or not, or how others react or not. For me--trust was one of the things I was dealing with already. Being hit with that out of the blue made that part worse, and I found myself writing posts and deleting them, even silly ones. Or avoiding LJ entirely. Or starting to panic the minute I hit post. It wasn't the root cause--I had enough other serious things for that--it just became associated with it.
And I dealt with it. It's been a while since I felt that way, but I still had the habit of avoiding a lot of things I WANTED to write about. Yeah, I meant it--very little personal is going on these blogs, at least for a while. But I wanted to, today, and I have the right to if I want to--and to be proud of myself that I'm able to again.
So I guess, in a way, this post was a test, to PROVE to myself that I was able to do so, should I WANT to do so. And I can.
I have three lists: Things I Want To Either Be Proud Of Or Comfortable With (see: my appearance), Things I Want To Work On, (see: tons of stuff), and Things I AM Proud Of.
And having written this post, and not panicking as I go to post it, knowing I CAN do this if and when I want to and that it's just a blog post, again, like it should be? That's going on the last list, yep.
This is the page you go to to read the instructions and find the button to link your Amazon and Twitter accounts, thus actually getting the credit.
I have mine, though no idea what to get with it. Suggestions are appreciated.
Meanwhile, enjoy links to some of the free music I've been downloading from Amazon.
Thread, by Now, Now
Walk With Me, by Memoryhouse
Old Mythologies, by The Barr Brothers
About a dozen more songs later, along with half a dozen or so albums--all legal and free, I add again.
If you download any of these songs, or the ones I post later (and the albums I post with them), I'd love to hear what you think of any of them.
My vision is screwy again--I can't say I can safely drive atm, but migraines do that, it's just lasting a while--so I'm off the FList thing, and I hate that. As a result, my guilt makes me share pretty things. Lucky you, I guess, but I apologize for the things on my FLists that I miss when things like this happen. I also give big hugs to those who DO email me and understand.
And I guess, for the first time, I'm admitting how badly it hurt and upset me when a few people chose to NOT undestand or accept my disability, and instead ended our relationship. Most assumed that WAS reading my FList again--even though, as I pointed out in each case, that I had SAID I would post when I was reading again. In several of those cases, I had also been making sure to send an email at least once every two weeks, to try and keep in touch--because they were important to me.
After pointing these things out, in each case--few, but yeah, they hurt like hell and made me feel small and like I was worthless or worth only caring abuot for so long because of symptoms of my illness I couldn't conterol--the person basically went, "Oh...well, we may as well stay defriended anyway and not bother fixing our friendship/getting close again/talking/whatever".
In more than once instance, I knew there was something else also going on, which hurt more; I'm grateful that not only were there few people who did this, but even fewer who lied in part about things. I am.
But it hurt. Which is why I try and post when I can't read FList. No, I'm not ignoring you. Yes, I'm getting better. But until the day EVERYTHING is 100% gone, I'm still sick, I'm still taking medications that damage my body and have serious side-effects, and my life is kinda still at risk from the bartnoella especially. I've given up, a little; when I feel like I'm the only one making an effort, or the majority of an effort, I just...don't have the energy to KEEP feeling that way and making the effort in a friendship, no matter how badly I want to. I need the support and to be contacted, too, not always the one contacting.
(Course, I'm also utterly exhausted all the time; the physical therapy is hard and painful and I'm throwing myself into it because I don't have another choice. So that doesn't help with reading FLists or with emailing people who I DO still try and keep in contact with. Don't worry about if you're one of the people who I feel like I may as well just...conserve my energy, I guess, rather than keep investing into a friendship that some people (and it's plural) say they want, but don't act like. I say don't worry if you are one, knowing that half of you will, as we geek girls do insecurity well, many of us. But mots of the ones I'm talking about aren't on DW nor LJ, so seriously, it's not worth it. if you DO worry, then my suggestion is to simply email me and talk about nothing, as that's proactive rather than worrying! You can ask if you're someone I'm referring to as well, if you want, but odds are extremely high I'll say no. And I'm almost always open to re-engaging in a friendship with just about anyone, the few exceptions being those who I know, however sad it makes me, would not be healthy for me to engage with again in just about any manner.)
I don't lie--and I mean that in all ways. Lying by omission or implication is still lying. One thing I can promise to all and for always is that you'll never get a lie from me. I also don't use the truth to be cruel; I promise that too. It may hurt, but I never mean for that result and hate when it occurs.
I promised myself a lot of things this year--to get healthier and stronger, for one; to learn that it is okay to be angry and also how to be so appropriately, have the right level of response to each situation, for another. A third is to learn to love myself more. To find myself physically beautiful--that's hard. It's very hard. I see a weak body that's too sharp in features and too-large breasts that often hurt, and there's just...I don't see any beauty in me. But part of that is feeling trapped in a cell, in this body that I sometimes feel betrayed me; beauty is hard to see, there. Someone helped me, a lot, even if he also caused me more emotional pain than I thought he could, too, though, and I'm still trying.
And I'm trying to love my non-physical traits, which is easier. Honesty being one. Which means feeling safe to write what I need to in my own blog.
I didn't, for a long time. About three years of time, I guess. Someone went looking to see if I had an LJ s/he was not friended by; I did, and after finding it, s/he accused me of using it to rant about him/her in it. (I never did, and the thought kinda shocked me. I was writing about things related to my health, of all kinds, my religion-related troubles, and how hard it was at the time to handle school, my health, and my family...being, well, my family.)
I've never looked to see if someone has a blog I'm locked from; not my business. I certainly wouldn't assume what was in a journal I couldn't see. So I don't know if it's common or not, or how others react or not. For me--trust was one of the things I was dealing with already. Being hit with that out of the blue made that part worse, and I found myself writing posts and deleting them, even silly ones. Or avoiding LJ entirely. Or starting to panic the minute I hit post. It wasn't the root cause--I had enough other serious things for that--it just became associated with it.
And I dealt with it. It's been a while since I felt that way, but I still had the habit of avoiding a lot of things I WANTED to write about. Yeah, I meant it--very little personal is going on these blogs, at least for a while. But I wanted to, today, and I have the right to if I want to--and to be proud of myself that I'm able to again.
So I guess, in a way, this post was a test, to PROVE to myself that I was able to do so, should I WANT to do so. And I can.
I have three lists: Things I Want To Either Be Proud Of Or Comfortable With (see: my appearance), Things I Want To Work On, (see: tons of stuff), and Things I AM Proud Of.
And having written this post, and not panicking as I go to post it, knowing I CAN do this if and when I want to and that it's just a blog post, again, like it should be? That's going on the last list, yep.
emotions: 
peaceful
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