The Virus War

[firelurian]

My machine was infected last night at approximately 10 pm eastern standard time. With the infection rode a cavalry of Trojan Horses. Liz's army, uncertain of its options, ran a heavy-duty scan of ad-aware, spy sweeper, and spybot-search and destroy program the laptop could muster

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[watterrlloo]

All right, that's it. On behalf of the BHS graduating class of 2004, I decree that you are no longer allowed to insinuate that you aren't wanted, because you know it isn't true, and quite frankly it BUGS THE HELL outta me.

[firelurian]

I've actually come to a conclusion around 6 pm yesterday that I was indeed wanted. Or...the vast majority of people there also wanted me there, at least.

But you know, there have been "Gossip About Liz" themed parties in my day, and I have heard that they were quite popular between the years 1995-2002. Not that any of YOU gossip about me...right?

I do swear that I am going to try to ease up on the "nobody wants me blahdy blahdy blah" rubbish from now on, though, and I'll try to just go to things as long as my acquaintances will also be going.

[watterrlloo]

Gossip, no. Although we don't really gossip about anyone. Well, try not to. But when you know Ryan Moore, it's so hard to restrain yourself . . .