You bastards.
Tracking me down with my IP address.
I actually appreciated your site.
I have deleted my blog- you officially freaked me out.*
What else can you do with the IP address anyway?
It's scary to think you spent time searching, but then I reminded myself, it was probably quicker for you to find my blog, than for me to delete it.
If this is my last entry (let's just hope that it is for all our sakes), and I am murdered, just let it be known that some pallid and sallow IT geek killed me.
It was a miracle that he even stepped away from his computer for 2 minutes.
And if it wasn't the geek, it was the apostrophe police that killed me...
*My blog was shit anyway. At least you pushed me over the edge.
Friday, November 19, 2004
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3 comments:
This post smells like teen spirit.
What the hell are you talking about?
Are you talking to me?
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