I decided to start another internet web site, a secret one, where I can write without my friends and family finding out. I've also started to ask people to stop reading this. We'll see how well that works. Somehow I have a feeling that .htaccess might come into play.
I don't want people to be hurt by my request. I just don't think they understand how this bit of web is important to me. Or at least it was. I've been neglecting it lately because I cannot express what I want and need to say. Yes, my computer is broken, but it remains that way because if it's fixed, then I don't have an excuse anymore. The truth is that I have a new design, new organization, new thoughts to convey, but I can't do it under a microscope. I'm a very private person with people I know, and I have secrets that even my closest company wouldn't think of. Yet it's easy, even necessary, for me to share them with strangers.
As soon as my benefits kick in, I am going to have a whirlwind tour of healthcare. My first stop will be to a dermatologist, who will clear up my blotchy face. Then I will visit the OB/GYN, because the last doctor said that I am producing too many hormones (my response: "Well, yes. I'm a whole lotta woman!"). THEN I am going to stop the Leno-ing of my face by getting those invisible braces. Lisping and straight teeth are only a few paychecks away.
I don't want people to be hurt by my request. I just don't think they understand how this bit of web is important to me. Or at least it was. I've been neglecting it lately because I cannot express what I want and need to say. Yes, my computer is broken, but it remains that way because if it's fixed, then I don't have an excuse anymore. The truth is that I have a new design, new organization, new thoughts to convey, but I can't do it under a microscope. I'm a very private person with people I know, and I have secrets that even my closest company wouldn't think of. Yet it's easy, even necessary, for me to share them with strangers.
As soon as my benefits kick in, I am going to have a whirlwind tour of healthcare. My first stop will be to a dermatologist, who will clear up my blotchy face. Then I will visit the OB/GYN, because the last doctor said that I am producing too many hormones (my response: "Well, yes. I'm a whole lotta woman!"). THEN I am going to stop the Leno-ing of my face by getting those invisible braces. Lisping and straight teeth are only a few paychecks away.
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