Back From The Dead
So, my long lost LJ buddies, I am finally back online!! I got back into the habit of checking this thing daily, and even posting comments for all my friends, and then WHAM, my computer gets crushed by some damn virus. I find out from the guy who fixed it that the virus was probably started by some COMPANY who pays people to do this, so they can raid the e-mail and send out their spam. They weren't even after my information, just access to my e-mail...what the hell.
Seriously, an entire company, with payroll and everything. I hope every person who works for that company, as well as whoever thought that was an okay idea, has very bad things happen to their families, painful, awful things...and afterward, they find out it was because of their jobs, and if they don't quit, more painful bad things happen to their families and then to them.
Anyway, on another note, completely unrelated...D has pulled me back into her web somehow. We got drunk together, we talked about sex the whole evening, her phone died so she had no booty call, and she managed to tell me things I always wanted to hear. Damn her, damn her, damn her. We didn't fool around (didn't even kiss), but damn she pulled me right back in. Of course, this time, she did it all on her own, I resisted as best I could, tried my best to play it cool, and I think it worked pretty well (I may be completely wrong though, I often am), because she's called four times since then, and said she had to call me with the good news she got first. I was never the first call. Ever. I swear, I'd marry that girl if I thought she could love me. It's funny, she talks about her 'clock' is ticking, and she wants marriage so bad, and here I am, right in front of her, wanting nothing more than to marry her and begin a family and future with her. Damn her, damn her, damn her...
Seriously, an entire company, with payroll and everything. I hope every person who works for that company, as well as whoever thought that was an okay idea, has very bad things happen to their families, painful, awful things...and afterward, they find out it was because of their jobs, and if they don't quit, more painful bad things happen to their families and then to them.
Anyway, on another note, completely unrelated...D has pulled me back into her web somehow. We got drunk together, we talked about sex the whole evening, her phone died so she had no booty call, and she managed to tell me things I always wanted to hear. Damn her, damn her, damn her. We didn't fool around (didn't even kiss), but damn she pulled me right back in. Of course, this time, she did it all on her own, I resisted as best I could, tried my best to play it cool, and I think it worked pretty well (I may be completely wrong though, I often am), because she's called four times since then, and said she had to call me with the good news she got first. I was never the first call. Ever. I swear, I'd marry that girl if I thought she could love me. It's funny, she talks about her 'clock' is ticking, and she wants marriage so bad, and here I am, right in front of her, wanting nothing more than to marry her and begin a family and future with her. Damn her, damn her, damn her...