At approximately 10 PM last night I ordered a 160 GB HDD from outpost.com. I was advised that something shipped over night would get to me today. Honestly, I doubted it. Dare I doubt them again! NEVER!

Here are the WONDERFUL details. Shop at Outpost.com! Shop at Outpost.com! Shop at Outpost.com!

In reverse order of course.

6/24/04 9 : 01 am Shipment delivered. Elmsford, NY
8 : 20 am With delivery courier.
8 : 01 am Arrived at DHL facility. Elmsford, NY
2 : 53 am Processed at Sort Facility. Wilmington, OH

06-24-2004 10:04 am

BlndBluprNcss (12:14:39 AM): hey there… did you get my email?

Auto response from gploski (12:14:39 AM): England no longer existed. He’d got that–somehow he’d got it. He tried again. America, he thought, has gone. He couldn’t grasp it. He decided to start smaller again. New York was gone. No reaction. He’d never seriously believed it existed anyway. The dollar, he thought, has sunk for ever. Slight tremor there. Every Bogart movie has been wiped, he said to himself, and that gave him a nasty knock. McDonald’s, he thought. There is no longer any such thing as a McDonald’s hamburger. He passed out. When he came round a second later he found he was sobbing for his mother.

BlndBluprNcss (12:16:26 AM): you are away, I tried…. so good night then
gploski (12:16:58 AM): just had to send something
BlndBluprNcss (12:17:20 AM): hm?
BlndBluprNcss (12:17:23 AM): hi
gploski (12:17:26 AM): you’d like BT’s address?
BlndBluprNcss (12:17:50 AM): yeah, or I could send it your way… either way
gploski (12:18:05 AM): up to you. which woul dyou rather?
BlndBluprNcss (12:18:49 AM): It might be easier to give it to you because i still have things I got for you a while ago and never sent
BlndBluprNcss (12:19:02 AM): I can just do it all at once
BlndBluprNcss (12:19:16 AM): I just thought of that
gploski (12:19:33 AM): glad i could help. =-O
BlndBluprNcss (12:20:00 AM): yes yes
BlndBluprNcss (12:21:25 AM): ok, good night then..thanks
gploski (12:21:25 AM): lotsa silence. kinda neat.
gploski (12:21:29 AM): sure tin
gploski (12:21:41 AM): sleep well lass
BlndBluprNcss (12:21:49 AM): ditto
gploski (12:21:54 AM): 06-24-2004 12:55 am

I’ve been wanting to post these lyrics to “…on the radio” because of one or two lines.

You liked me till’ you seen me on your t.v.
Well if you’re so low below then why you watching

How strange things come back to bite us in the arse. How things can be so cool and then become so not. For some. My site, my journal. Once considered a great place for reflection now a place of pain.

As it is with Howard Stern, if you don’t like, change the station.

Freedom of expression.
NELLY FURTADO LYRICS

“… On The Radio (Remember The Days)”

You liked me till’ you heard my shit on the radio
Well I hate to say but pop aint’ going solo
You liked me till’ you heard my shit on the radio
But now I’m just too mainstream for you, oh no
You liked me till’ you seen me on your t.v.
Well if you’re so low below then why you watching
You say good things come to those who wait
Well I’ve been waiting a long time for it

[Chorus:]
I remember the days when I was so eager to satisfy you
And be less then I was just to prove I could walk beside you
Now that I’ve flown away I see you’ve chosen to stay behind me
And still you curse the day I decided to stay true to myself

You say your quest is to bring it higher
Well I never seen change without a fire
But from your mouth I have seen a lot of burning
But underneath I think it’s a lot of yearning
Your face, the colours change from green to yellow
To the point where you can’t even say hello
You tell me you’d kill me if I ever snob you out
Like that’s what you’d expect from me, like that’s what I’m about

[Chorus]

[Bridge:]
It’s so much easier to stay down there guaranteeing you’re cool
Than to sit up here exposing myself trying to break through
Than to burn in the spotlight, turn in the spitfire
Scream without making a sound, be up here and not look down
because we’re all afraid of heights

[Chorus]

Why ya hurt me hurt me hurt me hurt me hurt me hurt me so so,
leave me down down down down low leave me down da down down da down da
down down down…shit on the radio… shit on the radio… shit on the radio… shit on the radio

06-24-2004 12:53 am

The other night I was privy to a very unfortunate phone call. Emma’s ex called her and had nothing to say. When asked why he called the response was a “pretty shitty” reason. He was drunk. The call lasted about 1-2 minutes and left the taste of a stale lime & lemon combined on the night. Sour and bitter.

This evening, morning was my turn for the “call”. During the brief online conversation there was a full 1 minute 15 second gap with nothing said. How glorious the technology gods must feel allowing for a simple guy like me to have access to such knowledge. Bwaahaahaha.

I feel unimportant and un-necessary to None. I’ve offered up many inquiries about her day to day life and had none responded to. What brought about the conversation? Something was asked of me. I didn’t respond soon enough I guess. It has been 6 hours since the request was emailed to me.

Why didn’t I reply? I guess I felt like I didn’t need to since all my emails have been left in the sandbox with all the other toys. Does that make sense? Yea? Nah? When it happens to you I think you’ll understand if you said ‘nah’.

Would I have responded? I think I was going to in the AM after I woke up. At least that was my last decision about an hour ago. Alas. I am no longer needed for anything so I don’t need to reply now. My street address will serve the purpose.

I’m a source of information. Yea me! “Glad I could help. =O”

06-24-2004 12:37 am