March 12, 2003 :: 12:39 a.m.
my computer is satan's favorite little hellspawn
Fucking hell. I just wrote an entry that was TWO PAGES LONG when I pasted it into Word to spellcheck it, and my computer froze before I could post it. I am seethingly angry. Livid, even. I would like to throw my computer out the fucking window and roast marshmallows over the flames of its destruction.
Basic summary of the entry: George Bush is topping my hate list, Ani's new CD is great, baby rhinos are cute, my family sucks because we're not like a family at all, tomorrow night I get to eat bean burritos.
It was much better than that, but of course I can't prove it because it took me an hour to write and I AM NOT doing it again. Just... fuck. I need to step away from this machine before I beat it to death with the two flashlights sitting on the desk. One in each hand, the Flashlight Warrior delivers death to the fucktard of a machine that caused her entry to be lost forever in the vast darkness of restarting.
Goodnight.
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