my camera sd card crashed.
i even called my buddy who's a forensic computer investigator dude or some shit like that to help me. whatever, people who commit fraud, after the govt seizes their computers, he digs around and finds deleted shit. he thought he could recover the pix.
nope. no deal.
i lost tons of pics and video from this weekend.
i am so bummed.
bunch of shit.
i know. thrilling journal entry, but i have nothing else to say. besides i'm sick of looking at those stupid dumpster pictures anyway.
edit: and i didn't think today could possibly get any worse and it just did.
edited again: funny how a 1:11:53 phone conversation with datsun can make it all seem better. I
her and can't wait til she gets home so we can throw rocks at boys!
She does have a knack for allowing a person to see the positive in their life. Like this weekend for example, yes, I arrived back in town with the same problems as I left; yes, I lost ALL my pictures from this weekend. But I didn't lose the memories. One of my bestest of bestest friends, ben, flew in from NY and me and him and the pooch went on a road cruise, we played all of my beegee CDs, laughed at Tuber's (aka 102) farts (um we fed her mcdonalds). I got to see him rock out, which was awesome, we ate tons, saw my relatives, saw my other best friend D and life was good. I just have no pictures.
And thank you benny for pointing out that the "date mo, break up with mo, marry the next chick you date" curse has been BROKEN! yeah! It was starting to give me, um, sort of a complex. Yes, for those of you that didn't know, I carried that curse for quite some time..
and i wrote all this juicy shit and deleted it... so you SNOOZE you LOZE out on sexy stitch details! ha!
*sticks tounge out at everyone*
Signed,
pissed cynical stitch
oh shit. my mood appears to have worsened again... Datsuuuuuuuuuuuuun help. pwease call me back!
i even called my buddy who's a forensic computer investigator dude or some shit like that to help me. whatever, people who commit fraud, after the govt seizes their computers, he digs around and finds deleted shit. he thought he could recover the pix.
nope. no deal.
i lost tons of pics and video from this weekend.
i am so bummed.
bunch of shit.
i know. thrilling journal entry, but i have nothing else to say. besides i'm sick of looking at those stupid dumpster pictures anyway.
edit: and i didn't think today could possibly get any worse and it just did.
edited again: funny how a 1:11:53 phone conversation with datsun can make it all seem better. I
her and can't wait til she gets home so we can throw rocks at boys!
She does have a knack for allowing a person to see the positive in their life. Like this weekend for example, yes, I arrived back in town with the same problems as I left; yes, I lost ALL my pictures from this weekend. But I didn't lose the memories. One of my bestest of bestest friends, ben, flew in from NY and me and him and the pooch went on a road cruise, we played all of my beegee CDs, laughed at Tuber's (aka 102) farts (um we fed her mcdonalds). I got to see him rock out, which was awesome, we ate tons, saw my relatives, saw my other best friend D and life was good. I just have no pictures.
And thank you benny for pointing out that the "date mo, break up with mo, marry the next chick you date" curse has been BROKEN! yeah! It was starting to give me, um, sort of a complex. Yes, for those of you that didn't know, I carried that curse for quite some time..
and i wrote all this juicy shit and deleted it... so you SNOOZE you LOZE out on sexy stitch details! ha!
*sticks tounge out at everyone*
Signed,
pissed cynical stitch
oh shit. my mood appears to have worsened again... Datsuuuuuuuuuuuuun help. pwease call me back!
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P.s. What else happened?
Well liv said I looked fat upon my return home. Could one breakfast at eat well, dinner and sangria, and another breakfast at egg heaven really make me fat?