The internet is dead to me-granted mostly by suicide
Not only did I spend an hour writing an entry before the internet closed out on me, but then I wrote another and it did it again, the secret: when I pressed "update journal".
And if you copy it doesn't matter, cause it won't then let you paste it on appleworks, or livejournal in another internet box.
So basically I just want to say-I hope each and every last one of you is now living on a pile of dung off the coast of Antarctica somewhere just far away enough to know you'll freeze to death before hitting land, for having reliable internet service.
You all suck.
And if you copy it doesn't matter, cause it won't then let you paste it on appleworks, or livejournal in another internet box.
So basically I just want to say-I hope each and every last one of you is now living on a pile of dung off the coast of Antarctica somewhere just far away enough to know you'll freeze to death before hitting land, for having reliable internet service.
You all suck.