say something about ... yourself!

I just called AT&T to get the wireless password for my new computer and the Indian guy who helped me kept me on the phone for way too long to give me what was a very simple answer, and when I was hanging up he said "goodbye dear."

I feel violated.
 
Isn't outsourcing just a gas, Isabel?

There's a really long and sexy vein that's bulging along from my wrist to about my elbow (palm side up of the arm, of course), and I lost it for a while, and then it came back today, and that made me feel good.
 
What is it with all these girls that apparently like me, not giving off any hints? Am I just that that fucking tuned out? Why can't women just ask to see it and get it over it.
 
needs $50-70 to pay for this virus protection thing for the computer. does not have $50-70.

gets paid tomorrow, but might as well just give the whole check to my dad, as i owe him for a fuckload of things - car repairs, medical bills, tuition. is somewhat fucked.
 
needs $50-70 to pay for this virus protection thing for the computer. does not have $50-70.

gets paid tomorrow, but might as well just give the whole check to my dad, as i owe him for a fuckload of things - car repairs, medical bills, tuition. is somewhat fucked.

Go to www.malwarebytes.org and download the free version. Run it every once in a while. Stop torrenting porn and visiting shady foreign domains. Don't even look at email (has additional benefits beyond virus protection). Problem solved.