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Damn you, Case!
Jun. 1st, 2006 10:27 pmApparently million of AOL e-mails have been blocked as of this afternoon. That would explain why I haven't been hit up by Olga, the Russian chick who desperately wants to share her web site information with me, or haven't felt the need to click to find out about penile enhancement. It may also clarify why I haven't received any testaments of affection lately. Or not.
Is it at all possible to change e-mail addresses completely? I've wanted to leave AOL behind for a little while now (we pay the minimum for the service solely for e-mail access, my e-mail access, as I've just realized that no other member of my family uses AOL), but I've had that address for going on 11 years. I wish there was a complete forwarding service of some sort akin to the snail mail's "Change of Address" postcard thinggey. I also wish there was a way to go back and figure out how people I met during my time lurking on AOL are doing. There was one guy in particular who lived in Boston I chatted with periodically. The situation was weird as he was twice my age (*ahem*) and had a daughter (Rhiannon...talk about a child of the 70's) but we still managed to carry on lively conversation. I'm unsure what happened to make us not talk anymore. Hmm. AOL nuttiness.
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It seems impossible for my father to come home from work without acting like a complete ass as soon as he walks through the door. Joy.
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I cannot find the camera cable, dammit. I'll make a post about my Vegas trip because how often is it that I can say I've enjoyed myself for five days straight? I wish there was a way to get the pics up though. The advertisement for Vasectomy.com was PRICELESS.
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My state of mind? Wyoming. I'm a little out of it, as I've been walloped by the return of school. We've only had two days of clinical orientation but I can already tell this time will be no walk through the park. Makes sense, as we're three months away from sitting for our licenses, but the lazy git in me can't help but bitch. I've been saying "Scranton" to myself and laughing a little. That word's so funny, isn't it? Scranton. Scran-TON. SCRAN-ton.
Dear God, I'm going mad. Never thought it would be so much fun.
And no, I'm neither high nor drunk.
Is it at all possible to change e-mail addresses completely? I've wanted to leave AOL behind for a little while now (we pay the minimum for the service solely for e-mail access, my e-mail access, as I've just realized that no other member of my family uses AOL), but I've had that address for going on 11 years. I wish there was a complete forwarding service of some sort akin to the snail mail's "Change of Address" postcard thinggey. I also wish there was a way to go back and figure out how people I met during my time lurking on AOL are doing. There was one guy in particular who lived in Boston I chatted with periodically. The situation was weird as he was twice my age (*ahem*) and had a daughter (Rhiannon...talk about a child of the 70's) but we still managed to carry on lively conversation. I'm unsure what happened to make us not talk anymore. Hmm. AOL nuttiness.
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It seems impossible for my father to come home from work without acting like a complete ass as soon as he walks through the door. Joy.
*
I cannot find the camera cable, dammit. I'll make a post about my Vegas trip because how often is it that I can say I've enjoyed myself for five days straight? I wish there was a way to get the pics up though. The advertisement for Vasectomy.com was PRICELESS.
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My state of mind? Wyoming. I'm a little out of it, as I've been walloped by the return of school. We've only had two days of clinical orientation but I can already tell this time will be no walk through the park. Makes sense, as we're three months away from sitting for our licenses, but the lazy git in me can't help but bitch. I've been saying "Scranton" to myself and laughing a little. That word's so funny, isn't it? Scranton. Scran-TON. SCRAN-ton.
Dear God, I'm going mad. Never thought it would be so much fun.
And no, I'm neither high nor drunk.
