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FUCK. Again I spend 2 fucking hours writing, and The Boyfriend comes in and asks me to test a website he's working on, and download this little desktop icon .exe thingie that he's constructed on the fucking site, and the mother fucking piece of shit .exe does not open a new fucking window, oh fucking no, it fucking loads the fucking page from whatever fucking window happens to have been opened last, and since the frigging boyfriend had closed the last window, THIS fucking window, which HAD been the penultimate fucking window, was the window the mother fucking piece of shit fucking program used to load the god-damned motherfucking website, so two fucking hours again go down the fucking drain, and what REALLY pisses me off about the whole fucking mess is that that little voice inside my head - the voice that is NEVER FUCKING WRONG - said to copy the text of my entry and save it to the clipboard, but NOOOO, I fucking ignored it, and *this* is what I have to show for my fucking efforts, now. In case you can't tell, I am Really Fucking Pissed Off. Oh, and by the way? It's fucking cold in here, and I have been sitting here the entire time with no heater, clinging to a frigging coffee cup full of hot tea to stay warm; so not only have I lost two hours of creativity, I lost it under fucking duress. Fuck. Have a great day. Katie copyright 2002
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I asked for a car, I got a computer. How's that for being born under a bad sign?
In which Katie shares sad news - Wednesday, Apr. 01, 2015
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