recent events blabber...
Hmm... what happened today? I was severely bitched at by Dorothee's insane friend Daggy. I have a job, I'm a C.O.B. (civilian on battlefield.) getting paid around 11 bucks an hour. I'm graduating Thursday... well... walking anyway. And... I'm really bored/sunburned. So yeah... people have a hard time with the word anonymity, so I'm going to have to spell out what being a person online means. I've got a life. I go to work, school, see friends, family, other people... who cares. My journal is a place for that life. My journal is also a place for the other life that I live. The live that is surrounded by the electron and the switch. For those who do not know that phrase... I'm going to have to go more in depth. My journal is not only for my physical life... the life that is allready defined by itself, but also for the life I live that I create, mold, and have the ability to change at will. The life I live on computers. Now those of you who know me on the outside world are probably a bit confused... but be smart. If there is something you know about my habits, surroundings, or ME! DON'T FUCKING POST IT! If you think there might be a future problem with posting something that contradicts what I say on here... (about my life that is...) DON'T FUCKING POST IT! Anyway... I'm done with the computer today... Dorothee seems to think that because I left the cable out the other day, I could have killed her. Rather, she could have tripped, because she's stupid and refuses to look the fuck down, and hurt herself. I'm out... bye......