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I have just spent an inordinant amount of time wading thru a bunch of crap in my inbox. Which is why I rarely read my diaryland mail. This annoys me. I should be able to read my mail without having to set aside a huge chunk of time to do so whilst invitations to a big c**k accost my sensibilities. I fucking hate spammers even more than I hate politicians, and these days, that's saying a lot. It's time to break free of the crap in my inbox. To that end, I have instituted a system of filters. If you write me, please insert the word "kojak" into the subject line somewhere; otherwise, your mail will go straight into the trash, as the only other mails getting thru are official diaryland mails. And I don't feel the least apologetic, other than to say that if you have a legitimate reason for writing me, as those of you who read me do, I shall regret having your epistle go unread, should you forget the password. Again, that's kojak. Who loves ya, baby? Peace out, ps. many thanks to those of you who have commented or written to show support while I work out a few demons. it's nice to know i am not quite the pariah i feel i have become. xo, kd copyright 2002
- 2005 Katie Doyle; all rights reserved
In which Katie shares sad news - Wednesday, Apr. 01, 2015
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