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Tuesday, May 21, 2002
First of all, I am so pissed off right now. It seems there was something in my e-mail's In-Box from a Bruce Carriveau with "Financial" in the subject line. Seeing as I just finished my finance class I thought that it might be something related to that so I opened it. Now I'm getting tons of undeliverable mail returns. What the hell is this all about. Most of the addresses in these returns are ones that I have never seen before. Why do things like this happen to me? I'm a good person. If this is a virus I'm going to have to take someone's life. That's all there is to it. So if I am well and truly fucked, will someone please let me know what I can do about it? I'm not too sure about receiving other emails, so if I can't, go ahead and give me a call. You know the number. I hate the internet. If it weren't for the porn....
I find out about my marketing class grade tomorrow. The tension builds and I am getting nervous.
We move in on Thursday already. It seems like it is just a few days away.
Buffy season finale and Smallville too tonight. Mmmmmmmm.....Tuesday night television.
Congrats to MT on winning the Survivor pool. Oh, and screw you too. The next season is in Thailand and starts in the fall. Let me know if you want in.
"I'd rather have a bottle in front of me, than a frontal lobotomy."--Tom Waits
Craig @ 8:26 AM
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