Still not dead

There are some computer/conectivity issues happening. I'm busy with that.

I'll be in and out I guess.

Don't touch it! Don't freaking touch it!!!!! I have the computer geek squad working on it!!!! ***holds up printed stuff*** I'll be back sunday!! I'll fix it.

What did he do? He fucked with it. It's almost completely dead.

So, I bought my dad a new computer today, since he managed to virus his all up. It certainly wasn't me that did it. I had it protected up the wazooo. Dumbass clicked on some shit he shouldn't have. Idiot.

Ewwww!! That's gross!!! Dad!!!! (Like I needed to know what kind of porn he looks at)

I liked using his computer. It worked better than my crappy desktop and my annoying laptop, plus I get to hang out with him and his doggies.

The doggies like that. I like It. Dad likes it. My dad is a great guy.

[[Mom still loves him, he loves her.... It just stopped working for them. I don't know exaxtly why... I do, but I don't. It's not exactly like I can quiz them about all of it. There's fault and blame that can be attributed to everyone. Lonnggg story that I cannot share. It's not all mine to tell. It's not all bad. Nothing truly horrid.]]

I love you! You love me! We're a Disfunctional Family!!

So, I guess the new mega-computer he has is actually mine. I bought it. I should password protect it huh?

I wonder what will happen when we run the cable to it and try to watch TV with the picture in picture/record option.

Catastrophe I'm sure.

I'm not dead

I just don't feel like doing this. I have nothing to say and nothing interesting to report, so I may not update for a while. Nobody reads this dreck anyway.... maybe they do. I should go look at the counter thing.

I'll leave the politics up to the other bloggers. They do it better.

I wanted Hillary. I'll settle for Obama.

Don't get me started on Palin.... well, you can't, I don't talk politics. I'll just excuse myself and walk away from you, whatever side you're on.

My friend and I are seeing Cirque Du Soleil on saturday. Should be good. The seats look like they're great (on the chart). Hopefully I'll get some good pics with my phone.

I've got a jacuzzi room too. The one with the big robin's egg blue heart shaped jacuzzi.....

Hey, Regulus! Come stalk me! **wink** I'll be staying just down the street from the Greek diner! Bring some swim trunks for the jacuzzi!!! I'll take you to the pizza joint where they make GOOD food. We can also go to the gross adult bookstore and stare at the creepy perverts!!

I guess I'm a bit of a creepy pervert myself. I've been in there often enough...

Not ever to "hook up" with anybody. Just to browse the porn, buy some, get things for friends that were too embarrassed to go in such a place. That sort of thing.

The clearance bin at a porn store can be quite interesting and fun!! Imagine the looks on the faces of your friend's when they open their gift and its a.... never mind. (I always buy something appropriate though. I do, honest)

I once talked to the guy at the register..... I was bored and the place was almost empty. He had just come back from cleaning the bathroom. He said it's a really gross job (as one might imagine), and lots of strange people come in. (haha)

If I have the opportunity to talk to him again I need to ask him why he works there and what he gets paid. Maybe he's the owner.

Ooohhh. I forgot about this! A brief uncomfortable moment! Once, I was walking out and someone who works in my building was walking in!!!! We don't know each other, but recognition was there. I held the door for him. lol

Ouch.

No, I didn't do this to myself.

(click it. it gets bigger.)

I wasn't doing anything stupid or crazy.

I was pretty much minding my own business.

My father sprained his ankle.

"Hey, do you have an Ace Bandage?"

"No." ..... so I went to the drug store to get him one. He didn't ask me to (I had film that needed to be dropped off anyway).

This happened behind my house when I got back from my kind errand.

My father feels terrible.

A 6'2-3" 200lb or so "African-American Gentleman" tackled me. I don't use this word.... but in this context I think it's more appropriate than the politically correct term "African-American Gentleman".... so let's change it shall we?

A 6'2-3" 200lb or so "FUCKING NIGGER" tackled me, pinned me to the ground and stole everything I had.

"Don't talk. Don't scream. Don't move. I'll kill you."

I wasn't about to argue.

He got my wallet (ID, credit cards, cash, ATM card), my phone, even keys to my house.

Of course the fucking police treated ME like I was the criminal. Assholes.

Of course I can't identify the fucking bastard YOU IDIOTS!

Of course I didn't say that to them. I was screaming it in my head.

It took hours to make sure all my accounts were shut down. Press this. Press that. For English press one. Motherfuckers.

I can't get into any of them, not even my bank account (yet)... but that means he can't either.

The locks have been changed.

Needless to say, I've been a wreck all week. **sigh**

I love you

I love you.

More than you will ever fucking know.

This is awful.

I can't tell you. I can't. You already know tooo much.

Son of a bitch. I hate you.

I hate that I love you.

I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.

I love you.
*punches wall*
*slams hand on desk*
I hate you.

I love you.