Posted On Friday, February 29th, 2008 By Re
With the five computers that are hooked up in some form or another to get into my internet assess makes my head spin. It is not wireless, so a lot of the time we leech from other people but then I am dealing with here and not fully understanding that this place will stil be living. I was told that when my host was not able to pay for his hosting, that they shut it down but.. This is not true. I a scared. Throw my hands in the area, tracing back and forth for emergency domain spots. This computer alone is dying. I see the burnt out pixels dancing in the screen. The hard shifts of different letters making no fucking sense at all.This is just making me want a new fucking computer soon. Then I just bitch because I have no abililty to do that. Medications for my brain are more important. To get what both my doctor and I want me to be one because we knows it works means we have to medically prove all the othoptions will not work for me. Meaning. My own fucking government is making me a fucking guinea pig 1st world Continue Reading