A post from hours ago
The internet is down. Fuckindy Fuck Fuck! Apparently, my university is not the only one experiencing this problem. Is it happening elsewhere in England, in Britain? What's worse: I'm confronting my Livejournal addiction. Because I can't access it, I've resorted to writing my post on notepad. If you are reading this, then things must be back to normal and I've finally been allowed to cut-and-paste it... sad, innit?
At least I brought my Depeche Mode CD to work; I don't depend on crappy internet radio for today.
I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humour
And when I die, I expect to find him
Laughing
Oh, what's going on with my virtual friends? My human Tamagoshis? If I don't feed you with information, you wither and die. You drop dead in your office/ dormitory/ bedsit. I want my friends' posts open in front of me. I want to read, scrutinize, blame. I want to read between the lines. I want to start a flame war. I want to burn with your praise.
And I want you to know that I would never say anything to hurt you. If you are hurt by my words, ever, then you've misunderstood my tone. When I want to insult, I am as clear as ice.
At least I brought my Depeche Mode CD to work; I don't depend on crappy internet radio for today.
I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humour
And when I die, I expect to find him
Laughing
Oh, what's going on with my virtual friends? My human Tamagoshis? If I don't feed you with information, you wither and die. You drop dead in your office/ dormitory/ bedsit. I want my friends' posts open in front of me. I want to read, scrutinize, blame. I want to read between the lines. I want to start a flame war. I want to burn with your praise.
And I want you to know that I would never say anything to hurt you. If you are hurt by my words, ever, then you've misunderstood my tone. When I want to insult, I am as clear as ice.
