nixtress's Diaryland Diary

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Happy Dancin' (almost like disco)

You can't see it but I'm doing a happy dance. A really silly, goofy, weinerdog-on-crack sort of happy dance. The sort of happy dance that even Charlie Brown can't beat.

My computer is Trojan FREE!! It's Clean! It's runs as well as it did when brand new! I'm ecstatic!!

There aren't enough exclamation marks in the world to convey my complete and utter happiness right now.

It was awful. I'd get a window open and it literally would shut right back down. Spontaneously, my computer would begin trying to load a Porn Webloader program. Errors abounded, my computer kept shutting down, I was spitting nails and cussing like a sailor and just short of tossing the damn thing out the window. THEN. Someone decided to try and fix it by reloading Windows OVERTOP of the previous sets of programs (didn't delete them first, just covered them up) and all hell broke loose. I swear my computer was possessed by Satan and I could hear it laughing at my frustration. Instead of just shutting down, it was completely freezing up.

Can we say DUMBASS? Even blond lil ole me knows to clean things out before reloading. Sheesh.

I'm very happy to report there's an angelic man who worked on my computer (emptied and reloaded and even spruced up a thing or twelve) and it's back to better than norm. He said that my fan that cooled my motherboard had died and was amazed my computer hadn't fried. Nice man that he is, he doubled my memory for me and just has it going splendidly. I'm so happy. So. Happy.

I'm a simple girl with simple pleasures and being able to read my favorites as well as post my own makes me happy.

So. Happy.

My house is really clean. I found other ways to occupy my hands while waiting for the fix-up and so my house actually has gleaming places. That has to be good. I still need to reset my favorites list and download a couple normal thingies and then I'll be set.

Joy and rapture.

You can't know what it's like to not have porn popping up every three seconds. Almost like sex, lemme tell you.

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The phone company is comprised of assholes. I was in my shower (my shower that has a window in the middle of it, btw.) this morning when I heard voices. I turned (bare nekkid) to see men walking along my back hill. Keep in mind, please, that I tend to shower with that window open as it faces the back hill and no one can see in unless they happen to be on that back hill (and it's just a field so no one should really be back there!)...yep, so men..walking..me...showering.

Window was shut very quickly. Then, those men backed a phone company truck up and began using chainsaws at 8 o'clock in the morning in our quiet little residential area to cut down a tree on my back hill. They also decided, apparently, that my shrubs that I'd planted back there weren't attractive and butchered them as well.

Then. Then they used this giant corkscrew to dig a hole where the daffodil bulbs are. No shrubs, no grapevines anymore, now no more daffodils. They've implanted a new pole there, smack dab in the middle of where my back garden used to be. No notice, no nice knock on the door, nuffin. I called the phone company to ask if they generally will let a resident know before they're going to come destroy their yard and I could hear the chick verbally shrug before telling me NO.

There's a funny part to all this, though. Perhaps it's a little snide to find it funny but in the process of desecrating my lovely garden, the phone company assholes dug up the hive full of yellowjackets that was back there, thereby pissing off the bees and causing them to swarm and therefore causing the workers tasks to be put off till tomorrow.

If they'd just called and let me know, I might have warned them...

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Happy Humpday, Dland. Rejoice with me over my happy and healthy computer.

N.

7:44 p.m. - 2004-09-01

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