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There are many fun and interesting things to be had in The World of the Wide Web and among them are viruses and trojans. I type happily away, now, after having spent over 15 hours battling a trojan on The 'Rent's computer. Backdoor Prorat to be exact and it is a virus AND a program. Somehow the legality of this has got to be very illegal.

I managed to hit the sheets by 5 this morning and slept til 10. I was hungry so I got up for a grilled cheese sandwich. Not that you care because it's really all very silly except that it bothers me because I ended up falling asleep while my boys battled the Cowboys. We won, by the way -- 49 to 21. So take that Steelers. We're going to The Super Bowl. Pat's and Chiefs are doing the Monday Night dance next week. It might just be a slaughter.

Now, according to the The Surrealist Compilment Generator:

I move with the eloquence of a firey wall of disintergrating fuselage.

I'm not sure if that's a good thing.

I would also reccommend, for your reading enjoyment, the following:

yuki_onna's Fifty Dollars.

And like

yhlee I loved this part:

And my stepmother, never one to challenge tradition, donned a black cap and grew out her fingernails to grotesque lengths and set about the business of being Wicked. She scrubbed my face with a dilution of bleach which eventually removed all the skin from my nose and combed my hair back so tightly I could barely blink—and while she did it, she whispered:

“You must suffer to be beautiful.”

I believed her absolutely.

And because I suffered, and because I was beautiful, I was on television.

Enjoy, children! Now, gotta go, I'm missing The Simpsons.