![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Sep. 24th, 2004 09:30 pmMini update:
Going to RenFest tomorrow with Kim. Driving through Queens early in the morning. Wish us luck we don't get lost or any other, uhh, bad things!
I lovelovelove Pet Shop Of Horrors more each time I read a new one. They are smart and sexy, highly entertaining and, for me, very emotional sometimes. Makes me look at pets and bugs and flowers in my house a bit differently everytime I put the book down. Just gorgeous.
Some goddamn web page or another has jacked my computer full of spyware and adware, from ClientMan to Winpup to PurityScan, you name it, I've got it all, and all since this morning. Bastards. I really hope that the people who make these programs die. Really.
The white trash behind my house were having some kind of huge fight earlier, with lots of shotuing and dropping of the EFF-bomb and other fun things. When my cousins and I were kids, our big thing was spying on neighbors, because we were all going to be professional spies when we grew up. I think I never outgrew it, because there I was in my backyard, wearing black, huddled in front of the fence. I wouldn't do it to anyone else, but the white trash behind me deserves worse than this, plus there's Something Going On there and I'd really like to know what it is. ^_~
And, uhh, I'm confused about someone I know. Or maybe about myself. Gah.
Going to RenFest tomorrow with Kim. Driving through Queens early in the morning. Wish us luck we don't get lost or any other, uhh, bad things!
I lovelovelove Pet Shop Of Horrors more each time I read a new one. They are smart and sexy, highly entertaining and, for me, very emotional sometimes. Makes me look at pets and bugs and flowers in my house a bit differently everytime I put the book down. Just gorgeous.
Some goddamn web page or another has jacked my computer full of spyware and adware, from ClientMan to Winpup to PurityScan, you name it, I've got it all, and all since this morning. Bastards. I really hope that the people who make these programs die. Really.
The white trash behind my house were having some kind of huge fight earlier, with lots of shotuing and dropping of the EFF-bomb and other fun things. When my cousins and I were kids, our big thing was spying on neighbors, because we were all going to be professional spies when we grew up. I think I never outgrew it, because there I was in my backyard, wearing black, huddled in front of the fence. I wouldn't do it to anyone else, but the white trash behind me deserves worse than this, plus there's Something Going On there and I'd really like to know what it is. ^_~
And, uhh, I'm confused about someone I know. Or maybe about myself. Gah.
