Ghostwriter has been iming me all evening. Proteus, my all in one mac im client is acting up. What happens is I click on the proteus when it says 2 new messages and nothing, just an open screen from unknown. I don't think it's a hack, most likely a program corruption.
I love the new mac commericals, always makes me snicker. I worry that mac may be on the upswing though. Hey, if we're not in the minority and get more mainstream, I need to get myself some virus protection. Crap. The arrogance in the commercials is going to make some nerd spaz out and start throwing wrenches. I know it's already pissing another off to at least threaten to hack. lol. I'll bet Vernon will be on it first.
Heres a thought for you, maybe you're doctor isn't as impartial when you turn your head and cough as you'd like to think. The 'proffesionals' on E.R., Grey's Anatomy, and Scrubs have all sorts of shady backgrounds and kinky needs. So next time, worry, they are hoarding your urine after all processing.
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I miss how everything was last year. I can't believe how well my life fitted. I was kept as busy as a demon, the creative process came so natural. In everything I did I never skipped a beat. Even dull things seemed lively. I mixed up everything I came across, was more daring. I felt most myself. It all happened semi- accidentally, a few elements just tangled up together to make that a good time for me. I feel the difference now, nearly every situation I'm in does the opposite. I feel I'm not aligned as much with what is natural for me, like being off center and doubt spinning all around. I said I wasn't going to be much fun.
I've been grabbing the saddest songs in the world.
I know I'm trying to swing back up from being slammed out of my first place. I never thought I'd be back living in my parents place, school was supposed to be a steady and attainable stream, I thought a lot of things.
--And more from where that came from. How much do I have left to say? To post what I've been thinking would be like tying whoever you are to the back of a pickup and draging down dark country roads for miles. I know what's needed, I'm just a little scared.
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Maybe the fact that we're reading this makes it less a murderous deed then your comment seemed to make it sound?
Maybe, as odd as it sounds, we like it?
Like it?
I don't understand
Maybe we like what you post.
Maybe you shouldn't worry about how you type or what you type about, I'd be far from saying only two of us read this, but the only two that comment here are friends dear to you.
Not that I'm prodding. I don't do that.
So... Um... Yeah...
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