Email posting FAIL

this was supposed to be posted from email but something is wrong with blog-city, i don't understand it. anyway, here's the rest of my fail :

This is so gross. I just realized I have an Email-2-Blog feature here all along but I've never tried it. Ugh. So here is an entry I wrote from my Inbox. The last time I talked to Customer Service, the Mayoress said that there will be a Twitter capability on here soon. That would be interesting. It's like everybody wants a piece of Twitter now when it was just a simple status message site back in, like, 2007. It's crazy how that site grew exponentially, especially with the help of celebrities who came on board. And how funny is that, they're the people who guard their privacy from the paparazzi but they broadcast whatever they feel like saying to the public, even what they do at the moment... To talk about Twitter wasn't my intention when I started writing this entry. Damn your influence, you twatter! And omg, I'm writing with proper capitalization and everything...

So.... if I can post blog entries via email, then I should do this more often, eh? Oh.......

[edit: I just received this letter from Customer Service: Hi, Apologies but this has currently been decommissioned. It was abused by spammers. Its been turned off now for over 9 months and noone is using it anymore. We have a twitter function coming to replace it and we do have some other email-2-blogging coming soon too]

I NEED TO GET MY LIFE BACK. AND BY THAT, I MEAN, JUST CHANGE SOME OF MY HABITS TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE NO MATTER HOW SMALL.

I wonder what would happen if I use a Yahoo! stationery to write this entry. It would probably fuck up my HTML. Not good.

FORGIVENESS? SOMETIMES PRIDE IS THERE FOR A REASON. IT REMINDS YOU TO GIVE YOURSELF MUCH DESERVED RESPECT AND NOT LET OTHER PEOPLE TAKE THAT AWAY FROM YOU EVEN WHEN IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE YOURS TO BEGIN WITH.

I felt uncomfortable at the dinner table one night. My step mom kept talking about my YouTube videos in front of distant relatives. Fuck. It's OK for me if they watch or listen or whatever. I mean, that's YouTube. It's public, of course (unless I got hacked and they got hold of private videos). Just don't tell me about it, geez. It's not like I'm hiding anything, but it feels like you're expecting a response from me if you tell me that you know what I've been doing online. What do you want me to say, really? Let's keep things less awkward in the family, k? Don't talk to me about it.

I USED TO HATE EATING PIG BLOOD STEW. I DON'T KNOW WHAT MADE ME INTO A CONVERT. I LIKE EATING DINUGUAN FROM GOLDILOCK'S NOW. IT COMES IN DISGUSTING BROWN COLOR, BUT THAT'S LIKE THE JOY OF EATING IT. YOU DON'T GET TO EAT ANYTHING LIKE THAT ALL THE TIME. IT GIVES A NICE CONTRAST TO PLAIN WHITE RICE OR PUTO. AND IT'S LOOK BETTER THAN SQUID INK ALRIGHT.

I will miss Geocities, not gonna lie.

RAMBLING, RAMBLING AND MORE RAMBLING. THERE, I SUMMED IT UP FOR YOU. /END

 

Cheers,
Jamie

today i found a small dark marking (not a harry potter reference, you nerd) on my right palm. and the spot where it is aches a little. i figured it was a splinter. i was in a cab when i noticed and had no tweezers or any sharp object to pull the splinter off my skin. luckily the cab driver offered his swiss knife to end my misery. now i have a small hole on my palm because i pierced it and just yanked a tiny chunk of skin. and it hurts. now im wondering if it was really a splinter after all... or a new mole. plausible. i only had one mole on my right palm before then out of nowhere came another mole which i have mistaken for dirt, so i tried my hardest to get rid of it, even cut the marked skin with a nail clipper (YES I'M GROSS LIKE THAT) and it hurt too. i do not intend my palm to be a collection of moles, hhhhlllluurrrgh.

i forgot to write that im done reading indian in the cupboard already. funny shit when the indian and cowboy talk.

i'll be meeting one of my friends next week. that would be nice. it's been a few weeks since i have seen her. ill probably watch harry potter (alone, of course. she has seen the film already) before i meet up with her though. and i bought her her own set of spice girls figures too upon her request. told her she can pay half the price if she finds in her messy closet the cassette tape i asked her to purchase when i had no money, and that was like A COUPLE OF YEARS AGO when we were at the mall and saw that it was on sale. i swear i wouldn't have asked her to buy it if only downloading mp3s was convenient back then. i feel bad that i have not paid her and claimed the tape, but there are small things you just happen to miss especially if your friend is forgetful enough to remind you of them. im the one who owes her, not the other way around, but she's not eager to ask me to pay back, so ive forgotten it too until now. lulz. and it's the meteor garden soundtrack, my god. my friend said that their house is still a mess because they've had it renovated so she's not sure if she'd be able to find the tape. ive seen it myself, it was really a mess, but i think it was like, a few months ago when the renovation was finished, so im assuming that she's using it as an excuse for her disorganized butt. she's a much worse pack rat than i am, trufax. can you believe i used to clean up her locker back in high school? it's like she plays uno stacko with her books in there, i don't even understand. see, im not a nice friend because i pick on her the whole time. i don't even know how she can keep up with me. i probably should not meet her this coming week because im such a bad friend. right..

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