skibigsky's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- What's REALLY going on Okay. So, I’m back for now. This is always sketchy, as the spouse is a little freaked out about D-land. He thinks that all of my secrets are Out There for strangers, and because he thinks that I don’t always portray him in the most flattering of lights, This Is Bad. I was ready to scrap the whole thing when Andrew serendipitously changed the entrance look; Mr. V. didn’t recognize D-land (not that I’m hiding it – but because of some past incidences, he would get freaked out when he saw the old D-land page… *yep….*I’m married to a bi-polar… if you’ve got the password, you know that….*). No more freakouts from Mr. V. Then, I traded in my old phone (anyone want a RAZR? Lots of games and ringtones, just no SIM card…. I’m a DeathStar person… Yours for the price of shipping… charger included*) and got a Blackberry curve. I can browse the web (sort of), and check email. I just can’t leave comments at D-land, as the phone doesn’t ‘see’ the embedded words in the spam prevention thing. But, I can read diaries again, without getting hassles. And, of course, I can post. Mr. V. and I had a discussion, and he agreed that as long as I kept locked down to people that I knew, he wouldn’t freak out. Yeah, he’s a control freak. I’m not going to address that right now, as I’ve known that forever. Did I know it would take this turn? Nope, but I’d rather post locked than not post at all – I feel like I’ve lost touch with the world when I don’t check in with D-land. So…. Whatever. So, I’m locked. I will probably stay so for sometime. That said, I won’t ever change the password/login unless something drastic requires it. I’ll post in my profile if I do. Feel free to email me or leave me a note (although email is easier, because I can just hit ‘reply’…) if you ever want to get ahold of me. The short story is that my life is crazy. When I first ‘signed on’ with Mr. V., I admitted that I didn’t know what I was getting myself into, and time has proven that out. A wild ride. I wouldn’t change it, but a wild ride, nonetheless. So, for all who read me…. Take all I say with a grain of salt. *eh.... fuck the shipping... not worth it.... Send me something that you think is cool in return. First email gets it. All I want is something cool - a book, a hat, a collage - whatever.... your specialty - in return.... Me? I'd send my favorite book. You? Whatever. I'm very flexible..... 8:56 p.m. - 09 March 2008 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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