spatch

Oh look! 7 new messages have appeared in my inbox. Must be a busy weekend. Whatever could folks possibly want to talk to me about? Wonder what exciting adventures awai-- oh. They're all fake people trying to be my fake MySpace friend so I can log onto MySpace and watch "them" pitch whatever lame-ass softcore webwhore website they're pitching this time around. Well, let's check LJ. Hmm, a few comments apparently. Oh, and they're all anonymous porno spam.

When I get home I fully expect the cat to have turned into an ad for poorly-spelled prescription-only pharmaceuticals.

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abbetaka.livejournal.com

Earlier this week I had a dream, where I was at your place of work. You were away from your desk but had left your phone logged in. So it rang and I kinda panicked and answered it, and kept trying to stall the person on the other end of line, since I didn't know how to login to your computer system to see WTF anything meant.. didn't know how to do your job, etc. Eventually some sort of supervisory person came and gently escorted me from the floor and I left. (I don't think you got in trouble for it, but I don't really know.)

That's an excellent story, Abbe! Well written, also. Anyway it's true. It was Weird>. Now you know.