Bad news. Fucking disaster, really.
Dec. 26th, 2003 04:34 pmWell gang. The main computer is fucked. I mean real fucked. Paul reckons something is wrong with the coolery thing, but man, we have to get it fixed. But we DON'T HAVE THE DOSH!!! I'm going to die. I'm going to absolutely die. My story is on that harddrive. ALL MY STORIES ARE! I want to write LOTR! I want to write HP!! I want to rebuild my fucking dot-com and do stuff and I can't! Of course, this means that the second part of Christmas Party will be delayed. I'm *really* sorry guys! :(
I'm here on my folks lap-top. Mum and Dad don't like me on it though, so I'll only be updating rarely (if Dad has anything to do with it).
He blames the computer breaking on me. Says I use it too much and I told him that was fucking ridiculous. He was all down on me and made out like it's all my fault. Such a downer.
Anyway, so I'm severely handicapped. I'll probably just record stuff on the other computer and scribble Till The End Of His Days in my red book. You probably won't see me on chat. If you do, make the most of it cause I won't be on for long. Mum and Dad aren't at home, so that's why I can go on here and report. I might get off so Tina can have a shot, that and so I can read my story (What I've got in the book) and comfort myself.
*mentally mantras nice things in her mind*
Okay. Gotta go folks. Take care.
I'm here on my folks lap-top. Mum and Dad don't like me on it though, so I'll only be updating rarely (if Dad has anything to do with it).
He blames the computer breaking on me. Says I use it too much and I told him that was fucking ridiculous. He was all down on me and made out like it's all my fault. Such a downer.
Anyway, so I'm severely handicapped. I'll probably just record stuff on the other computer and scribble Till The End Of His Days in my red book. You probably won't see me on chat. If you do, make the most of it cause I won't be on for long. Mum and Dad aren't at home, so that's why I can go on here and report. I might get off so Tina can have a shot, that and so I can read my story (What I've got in the book) and comfort myself.
*mentally mantras nice things in her mind*
Okay. Gotta go folks. Take care.