So.There's this spyware virus-type software that gets dumped onto your computer, apparently.
Spyware is almost always indirectly related to porn.
It's not always porn that leaves this shit on your PC, but most of the time, it is illicit material that does this.
Who knew.
I apparently had spyware dumped on my PC.
And my office now thinks I watch Magic's Johnson.com and Shaving Ryan's Privates.
Rad.
I went for a drink with Poen and company last night. Her boyfriend (who lives in Kenya and is out for the weekend, and has since grown a very game rangery-looking beard), the people he works with, organised that Poen received a goat as a gift.
I find that rather amusing. They gave Poen a new tribal name and they gave her a goat.
'Here, have a goat.'
I am nowhere at the moment.
I just don't understand what's going on in my own universe. My head is in this ridiculous cloud. Seriously.
It involves men suddenly raining from the sky (confusing and dazzling); an incredible e-pal (normal?) amazing plans (exciting) and my book that is coming out in the beginning of December (surreal and satisfying.)
I have no idea what to expect over the next few weeks and months – especially with the book - but I'm literally bursting from the seams with excitement.
Post Script: My jeans will no longer burst from the seams with excitement. I am determined to kill off my two extra stomachs and pull myself together and eat a fucking salad.
