Racing Into the Sunset

Swiped from houseofknaus

Step 1: Set your primary playlist to random and shuffle it.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 25 songs that play (or more, if you like!), no matter how embarrassing the song. If you want to, skip instrumentals, songs that have the title in the first line and songs that aren't in the first language of the majority of your flist (it makes it easier for most).
Step 3: Strike through and add the artist and title below the lyric when someone gets one right.
Step 4: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine (or the OP's own last.fm account to see what she's been listening to ;)) is cheating. Please don't!

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If you get the artist OR the song, you get partial credit. You get one point for each correct answer, +2 if you get the artist AND the song correct. The comments are, in fact, screened, so guess on. The more the merrier.

So, I noticed another of my e-mail addresses got hacked recently.  One that I rarely check because its associated with a website I've been distancing myself from...

...and what do I find?  As recently as two days ago, login attempts that aren't mine.

Where were they from?

China.

Where is our illustrious psychocunt stalker's little minion?

China.

It's alllll good though.

They can keep playing these little games, and I'll just make arrangements to have the vice grip tightened.  And tightened.  And tightened.

I wonder if they prefer an orange jumpsuits...or perhaps something in a more muted tones, like gray?

Guess they'll get to decide soon enough...

I had the misfortune of dealing with a former friend tonight, and I was again reminded of what a lying, manipulative cunt she is.

She or one of her little cronies, or someone otherwise acting on her command, attempted to break into one of my e-mail accounts.  They were successful in that they managed to change the password, but they neglected to change my secret question/answer, and thus I was able to retake the account with a far more strict/randomized password.

How do I know it was her?  Quite simple really.

A bit over a year ago I received an e-mail from AOL telling me that an instant messanger account I'd set up had been modified:  the email and the password were changed.  I immediately objected to this change and set about researching who had made the change, though I had my strong suspicions...and sure enough, when I found a picasa account for "Pookie Kitty", I knew for certain.  There was only one person psychotic enough to have an e-mail with that as the names, and I promptly called the cunt on it.  She didn't even bother to deny it...she just launched into one of her usual "woe is me" sob stories, trying to act like she had no choice but to hack me.  Don't think that I let that fly, because I didn't, and I made sure to put her in her place at the same time...

Fast forward to this morning.  This particular e-mail address by and large shared the same password as the stolen instant messanger name, with one very slight change.  It was a lazy way of trying to keep her out of my shit, and I guess it finally caught up with me.

What amused me though was her denials.   First that she didn't do it, that I wasn't anything she thought about anymore - almost perfectly parroting back my words to her a year prior, after her first hacking attempt.  Then, when I surmised that her little minion had done the task, she was quick to refute that, pointing out that said minion has been out of the country with no internet access.  Funny how that works considering the same little minion posted to her LJ just 2 days ago.

As this went on, she turned a (now undoubtedly former) friend against me, convincing her that she was telling the truth, that I was out of my mind, that I wasn't a blip on her radar.  And this friend continued to rail on me, continued to insist I was wrong - until I told her to ask the psychocunt about that IM name that had been stolen from me.  And I never heard from her again - which says to me she knows she was wrong, knows that I was right, and realizes that she has (once again) been bamboozled.

She really shouldn't feel too badly (though I won't make the mistake of renewing that friendship again) ... the psychocunt is a master of manipulation, at turning situations to suit her needs.  I've got loads of instant message conversations with her whereupon she's bragging about just that, laughing at other people who are taking the fall for her actions.  She's quick to throw people under the bus, quick to lie if she thinks she can get away with it, and quick to burst into over-exaggerated tears when she thinks that the emotional outburst will get her pity...

Truly, I can't believe I fell for her crap for so long.  But I escaped, and in doing so, was able to notify one of her other former friends just exactly what was being said about her, and how she was being stalked.

Yes, dear friends, the psychocunt was stalking her former friend because, horror of horrors, this friend wanted nothing further to do with her.  And once the psychocunt realized that I was now friends with this former friend, she immediately got in touch with her and tried to spin things once again, going as so far as to completely throw her little minion under the bus.  It made me laugh like hell when I read that, and all the other sickly-sweet stuff she tried to spew to get back into this former friends good graces.  Unfortunately for her, said friend wasn't buying what she was selling, though she was polite enough in her reply to her...

The moral of this little story?

Anyone stupid enough to be friends with her will undoubtedly be lied to, manipulated, and otherwise used to suit her needs.  Don't fool yourself into thinking you actually matter to her - all you are is a ways to a mean, and if she can replace you with something she deems "better", she will.  But don't try to leave on your own....or she WILL try and stalk you.  I've got the IP logs to prove she did so with me.

Some things never change.

It's 5:30...quickly approaching 6 as I type this.  I should be sleeping.

Instead I'm lying awake in my sauna-hot room, sweating miserably even though I have a fan pointed directly at me.  Of all the suckage that is being obese, times like this is when it sucks the most.  I produce a lot of body heat just laying around and short of hopping in a freezer, I don't think I'll be really cooling off anytime soon.

But that's not why I'm writing.  Not really.  The insomnia is such a normal occurance that its not that big a deal (beyond that I have an interview in 7 or so hours from now!).

No, I put fingers to keyboard instead because I looked over an old fic from...probably 7 years ago...that I had to convert from HTML format (when it would have been on one of my websites) back into a word document.  I read it as a transferred it back into the word document and beyond a bit of choppiness....it wasn't that bad.  It was definitely dated - and the storyline was a bit contrived - but it wasn't horribad by any stretch.

I think I need to find more of my old 'decent' stuff and reread it again, to remind myself that I do have writing talent, regardless of what a certain cunt in Texas might think.  I need to believe in my writing abilities again and know that what I write is good.  If I was capable of a decent plot 7 odd years ago...who knows what I'm capable of now.  Sky's the limit, right?

Whatever the case...sleep beckons.  Tomorrow I'll scour the old hard drive for other old stories...like maybe the Grubbie song fic.  That one went against so many of my cardinal rules...but it fit.  Sadly, now, more so than ever.

And maybe its time to get WBD going again too.

So damn easy to say that life’s so hard
Everybody’s got their share of battle scars
As for me I’d like to thank my lucky stars that
I’m alive, and well

It’d be easy to add up all the pain
And all the dreams you sat and watched go up in flames
Dwell on the wreckage as it smolders in the rain
But not me, I’m alive

And today you know that’s good enough for me
Breathin' in and out's a blessin' can’t you see
Today's the first day of the rest of my life
And I’m alive, and well
I’m alive, and well

Stars are dancin’ on the water here tonight
It’s good for the soul, when there’s not a soul in sight
But this boat has caught its wind and brought me back to life
Now I’m alive, and well

And today you know that’s good enough for me
Breathin' in and out's a blessing can’t you see
Today is the first day of the rest of my life
Now I’m alive, and well
Yeah I’m alive, and well

Q. Do you think people will look at you as a more talented driver now or do you feel like you need to win a non-restrictor plate race for that to happen?

JAMIE McMURRAY: Honestly, I don't care. I don't care how they view me as or what they view me as. You get in a racecar as a driver, and you drive your butt off every time you get in it. If you win the race, you win the race. If you don't, you gave it everything you had.

I mean, not to be negative, I just don't care what they think.

Lovin' my new LJ look. ( --->  mcmidget <--- )

Now to just replace my fail attempts at icons...

...or lunatics as the case may be.  I know ya'll are all up in each other business...

did it feel good to try and hack the hacker?  Did it bring you pleasure to try and steal that username from me, for undoubtedly nefarious purposes?  Bet it sucked for you when I thwarted you, didn't it?

Did it ever occur to your feeble little minds that had you simply ASKED for the username, that I would have handed it over?  No, I'm sure it didn't.  Logic never was your strong suit.

Why put this here, though?  Because I know you both still read - I have the IP logs to prove it.

Y'all are seriously, seriously pitiful, I hope you know that.

Get over shit already and get on with your lives.

A thesis (Capstone, Colloquium, etc) is nothing more then a stupidly long paper that proves that you can jerk off on command.

Over the holidays, Jackie let me know that MSS was being shut down by its new owners.  We'd seen it coming for quite awhile, and weren't the least bit surprised about the decision.  And while a small (and I emphasize small) part of me felt bad for the new owner, because I knew it had to be a difficult decision for him, the rest of me knew that it could have been completely avoided...

She went on to tell me how "many" people were on there singing my praises and defending me and such, which at the time, made me smile...

Up until now, I hadn't bothered to go look there, but wanting to kill some time at work, I just took a glance, and read through the pertinent thread.

She lied.

Which...isn't all that great a surprise.  I suppose she figured I wouldn't check the site out and see that it's still bashing me, and people refusing to acknowledge all the time, money, effort I sunk into that site, only for it never to be good enough...

Here I was thinking that maybe someday, when I had time again (like in a month or so when school is done) that I could start up a new site and start the community all over again.  Never did I realize that even now, months after I handed the site over to the one everyone thought "deserved it", that I'm still viewed as garbage.

I'll stick to my little warcraft site and slowly nurture up that community instead.  At least there my efforts are appreciated.