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I just noticed the new use page display- so far I think it's pretty sweet. Keep up the good work, DA!

Anyone know of any good schools in the American midwest that offer degrees in computer forensics, but aren't totally online? *has been looking for a long time*

An Irish doctor ninja with a gorilla secretary. It doesn't get much better than that.

The rest of this journal is a mix of mush and cynicism, so refrain from it if you don't want to hear all the "real life" jazz.

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So, things have been pretty laid back. School is going well, and I have a boyfriend. This'll make the second one I've ever had? Yes, I am picky. But it's working out. We've only been together for two and a half months, but... he's an absolute sweetheart, cuddly, attentive, smart, the whole nine yards complete with a wry sense of humor that rivals my own. I've yet to have complaints, and want for nothing. I know. It's bad. Hush.

I believe I can now accurately describe what love is:

It's like being a moth buzzing around the Lightbulb of Awesome and Dee Dee Dee. You know that the light will turn you into a love-struck gabby little retard that doodles the sort of love notes you see carved into trees and the wrists of emos, but you can't seem to resist how perfect and shiny it is. You fling yourself into it happily, uncaring towards the potential pain, long trips down to the floor, and loss of honor. To make the whole situation that much more masochistic, you not only do you do this to yourself willingly, but you enjoy every minute of it.

...I'm going to comfort myself with the knowledge that humans are naturally this mad.


Comfort the disturbed. Disturb the comfortable.


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