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It�s time for a little pieces of you on miabogard action. Mmm. Almost like girl on guy on girl action, but not as deliciously bad. Yes, I�m naughty, you may spank me now. Oooh, listen to me, the oxymoron of getting spankings-- I�m the bad one who claims she should be spanked, and I�m just telling the person disciplining me that it�s time for my punishment. Ever so firmly as well! I am naughty! Oh... ahem... Yeah, this week�s topic is �Life without PCs� This one is pretty close and dear to my heart. I�ve pretty much always had a computer of some sort in my life. When I was about 6 and a half and all the other spoiled only children households were getting NES systems, I got a computer. No, I wasn�t disappointed (not at that point anyway) because I had been begging my mom for a computer from the tender age of four. Yes, four. So from that point on, I�ve always had a computer. When I was a kid, I was programming in basic, and altering my computer�s system in DOS. Yes, I know dos and am not ashamed, suck me. So now in a day and age where having a computer is so normal, accepted and most of all, important for communication, I couldn�t imagine not having a PC at home. Most of the music I have is saved as MP3�s on my pc. I have tons of pictures of my friends, porn, art projects (and other things, �she has a very tasty...� oh never mind) saved on my computer. All of my short stories, the majority of the poems I�ve written, and every one of the scripts I started and didn�t finish are all saved on my PC. My web page templates, my edited images, my entire life lives in that damn machine. I adore computers, and mine is special. I�m not sure if I could survive without it. At the moment, I don�t have internet access at home, and that has a pretty serious effect on a lot of my activities. See, I�m a nerd and most of what I do is online. Well, I wouldn�t say �most� but there are a good chunk of things that I do every day that I have never had to speak a word about, but I�m always talking about. The internet rocks, and I like computers. Don�t take mine from me, because you�ll make me cry.
Love and adoration,
Pam
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