Wednesday, 30th October 2002
Catch Up Time
Where to begin..? Well, Viola the Laptop is still up ye old shittus creekus without a paddle and so I have had zero internet access at home for a few weeks now. I am not sure what to do except reformat the hard-drive which means I will loose a lot of information. She doesn’t have a CD burner and I don’t feel like exporting the contents of her to umpteen-mabillion floppy disks…
On top of that, we moved offices and we have only yesterday gotten our DSL up and running, so I haven’t even had the internet at work. It’s been kind of nice…
What else..? Oh yes, I got dumped. Woopies, second time this year. Not really too sure what happened since jolly old Bat Boy hasn’t the balls to explain. He just won’t answer my calls. Alright, call - I’m not one to pursue a dead and dying mass of flesh. The only reason I can find is that he can’t deal with my slumps into sadness over the breast lump. Gee, sorry about that buddy…
The Cuntspliferous JC Mazza made me the most awesome fairy outfit ever for the Halloween party tomorrow! I have this cuntfabulous pink / green / yellow tutu, pink wrist band and a matching bag. How I love me some JC! I will post images of it at a later date.
I have actually decided not to write anymore and so this is the first thing I was written outside of checks for a few weeks now. I wanted to know what would happen, you know, if writing really was important or intrinsic to me. I am not sure I can live life this way though. Or rather, I don’t know how long I can live a life without a mode of expression. Not expressing means I have many unaddressed thoughts and emotions inside of me and that means I can’t read, so I am left with the teevee. I keep thinking, this is my life until I die and it feels kind of like I have already. It’s boring, quite frankly. Very, very boring and empty…
Well, I want to get out of this bloody office now, so I shall say adios for now…
Wednesday, 09th October 2002
Fucking Bollixy Wanker
Viola the laptop has been hacked. Some bastard has disabled the internet access so whilst my cable modem works correctly, dear, dear Viola does not recognise any connection…
I have scanned for virus’, since Wreckk informed me that someone had probably put a trojan on her, but nothing was found. (I knew I hated those piece of shit condoms for more than the countless bad sex moments they have given me.) I have uninstalled and reinstalled the modem software to no avail. I spent about 3 hours on the phone with comcast last night to see if they could help. Why did I bother doing that?
So I am not sure what to do now. Both my firewall and my anti-virus software are up to date and still some fuckhead hacked me. The only thing I could think of was to rename my computer “Bollixing Wanker”, in the vain hope that the hacker was American and I could endear them to me with random British colloquialisms…
So now I can’t really update this site even if I wanted to because I can’t fucking get online at home. Oh the sorrow, the agony, the pain…
In other news, I have fallen in love with this Mannie. I found his link by going to visit Brainchild and after compulsively word ejaculating all over his blog, I thought I would see who this fine fellow might recommend. I saw this article and am now officially a stalker fan because it fits into my nice little synchronous world. I was reading more Miller last night and he mentioned Marco Polo very briefly. So I am now convinced that this Tremble Mannie is my soulmate. Our love would be as pure and as perfect as Turmeric and Potatoes because of things like this and this.