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| How's it hangin', Internet? Since this has become a chronicle of things that annoy me, I wanted to add one more: Ladies: Well, one lady in particular this time, but it's not the first time. We need to discuss something. When you are in a public restroom with only one stall, and someone else comes in, please don't take this as an oppourtunity to become shy, and not want to finish pooping until the bathroom is empty so that no one will be aware that your perfect form of womankind actually does have waste output. It is a moebius strip of bathroom-ness, and it's really only self defeating, as you will be in there until the end of time, and surely you will need to poop at some point before then. Also, it's Tokio-defeating, as she tries to keep from peeing on the floor. All of us poop; and we've all heard other people do it, damnit! I needed to pee! Sometimes, I think there's a reason why men rule the world. Just sayin'. Sincerely, Tokio | | |
| I hate you so much, Mr. Account Manager for our website. When I tell you that something on the website is misdirecting people away from the very area that I work on, two months is not an acceptable time period to fix it! This is the 21st century! Things need to move faster! It's just a little change in code, for Christ's sake! Fix the damn link, or give me control over it so I can, you bastard! Nyaaaarrrrrggggghhhhhhh!!!!!! I will crush your wee tiny head between my fingers in the next meeting, I swear it. Love and kisses, Tokio P.S. Give me your job, you underskilled dunderhead. | | |
| Hey Internet! Maaappppp!!!!!!! | | |
| Hi Internet! It's been a long time since we've spoken. It's been a rough few months, I have to admit. But I seem to have a lot of free time now. Kinda sad, that. I feel like I'm being a baby, but I miss the shit out of my dad. And yet I don't feel sad, not really. How can you feel sad about someone finally being pain-free after years of holding on for the family? I wish I could talk to him again, but other than that, I'm doing ok. Mom and I were going through his books the other day, and I found a great book called Found!, appropriately enough. It's got a collection of letters, notes and signs that people found outside in various places. They're at times hilarious, but at other times they are heartbreakingly sad. My sisters and my mom didn't think it was cool at all, but I know Dad did, and I do too, so it feels like a connection, I guess. I'm going to try to read all of the books I took from his old room, just to try to get to know him better. I wish I'd had more time to do that while he was still alive, but life, apparently, is too shitty to allow that. Anyway, just wanted to check in with you, Internet-diary. Everything else continues as well as can be. P. gave me a promise ring the other day, and I think that's pretty damn cool, myself. My mom's already thinking about my wedding, so I guess she likes him too! Everytime I think about it though, all I can think about is that there won't be anyone to give me away. That makes me really damn sad, I suppose, even though not much else does. I assume with time I'll get over that and be ready to move on to the happy stuff, but I'm just going to try to not think about it until then. No sense in tainting what should be fairly happy thoughts, right? Thanks for taking my various biles, Wild Wild Web. Talk to you soon. -Tokio | | |
| I have no idea why the previous post has questions missing. I swear that is the way it was given to me, I didn't selectively edit the questions. It's an internet survey, not a job application! -Tokio | | |
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