My computer bought the farm. I opened a link from a friend on facebook. It infected my computer. When we have the money to fix it, I’ll be back. Until then, I’ll only be on when I can use my friend’s computer–and she’s moving.

Stupid computer geek with too much time on his/her hands. I have a name for you. But I’m not going to use it. I’m better than that. If, however, I ever meet you, know that I grew up on a ranch. I have intimate knowledge on how to castrate you.

Be afraid. Be very afraid.