Her vampire boyfriend

Music: Magic and Sword – .hack//sign OST1

I’m at work again. Just phasing in and out of consciousness as is my style. Eight more hours of blah. And more blah!

I noticed yesterday that they sell spam at the gas station, spam. Heh. I’m buying some just for grins one of these days and leaving it in the cube. Everyone needs more spam! It’s good for you. Well, as long as you don’t ingest it.

I just had a customer ask me to pull back a message after he sent it.

Hahahahah.

Hahahahah.

I love my customers. They rule.

Ah, five am. Almost time to set down the phone and not have to answer it knowing its a customer on the other end.

Music: Give me a reason – Hikaru Utada

You know this entry isn’t going to save. I’ve been typing at it for like an hour now. Hahahahah.

Ok, that was funny! “Always trust content from Spyware Labs?” Um. No. Sorry.

Ever wonder if you dreams are like messages from somewhere else? Or if they’re like memories of a former life? Or like a glimpse into an alternate dimension?

Gods, I’m a weirdo.


Now what did that have to do with the title?

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Dev
May 29, 2003

I just saw you on the front page. I love it when that happens. I’m so out of it, though, that I didn’t even realize it was you until I went to my favorites. Duh. Mmmm! Spam!!!

Mm, spyware. I think my dreams are a form of entertainment for my brain. I have some very weird ones. Reading about spam reminded me of watching to food channel (which I did a lot when I lived alone) and seeing Ming Sai go to Hawaii and make crap like spam fried rice with pineapple. It was disgusting. <3

August 12, 2003

the title was misleading.