Pleasant Reminder

Caught me off guard. Don't know who it is but it was a pleasant reminder ...

Damned 3-legged Dog

The 3-Legged Dog

I hate my life. I'm overcrowded with mementoes, debris and unnecessary things. There's more souvenirs than floor space, and I'm unorganized and messy. There has to be a change. Seriously. Fucking chaos & misery are covering my heart in blackness.

This weekend I went walking, and saw a three-legged dog running like mad down the center of the street. The dog had been crippled, and held an injured leg high to one side, running on its forelegs and the strong backlog that was uninjured. Behind it was a truck from the city's ACS (Animal Care Services) chasing directly behind it.

I don't know if that dog will be treated, adopted out or killed, but I do know that few people move quickly for a lame animal. I didn't have enough cash or room for it and all I can do is pray it gets better or gets a home.

Some days I need the same thing. Adoption, repair or death.

There's so much to do and so damned many fears trenching themselves in my mind.

Paranoia is killing me.

Fear is my enemy.

I hate myself and my life.

I have to change and live, respectably. 

Is that possible? Honestly?

Or am I damned?

One day ...

Bye.

~j~

Lotsa Hate

Is it wrong to hate? I hate myself. I loathe my job. There's utter contempt for the school I'm in and the hypocricy of faux-forgiveness that cost me my last job.

I know I'd live an isolationist life; no bothering anyone, bills paid, leave me the fuck alone. 

But that takes shitloads of money that I ain't fuckin' got and I hate everyone every day I stay my course.

Maybe this life isn't worth living.

You've Been Found Out

I got it.

I got it.

It's a blackmail letter and I'm supposed to make a payment to a known spammer of one bitcoin.

Of course it's crap and wound up IN the spam folder.

Fuck it.  I'm nobody.

Nothing in the eyes of the world.

Who gives a shit?!

What a waste of time.

Maybe if I actually used this account often it would matter.

Ta-ta.

And happy holidays.

~j~

Ashley Madison, porn sites = Ssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

TORONTO (Reuters) - Larry Flynt, a defender of free speech and sexual freedom if there ever was one, has this advice for anyone worried by the hack of infidelity site Ashley Madison: Muzzle yourself. 

"Don't do or say anything you wouldn't want to read about on the front page of the New York Times," said the founder of Hustler magazine and owner of businesses that sell sexually explicit videos online.

It might be too late for many people who, lured by a supposed cloak of digital anonymity, have shared their innermost wishes, fetishes and fantasies on hook-up and porn sites. And those companies know that their digital troves of secrets are exactly what make them a target for emboldened hackers. 

In exposing the Ashley Madison accounts of as many as 37 million users, hackers released a cache of potentially embarrassing and damaging data. The dump contained email addresses for U.S. government officials, UK civil servants, and workers at European and North American corporations, taking already deep-seated fears about Internet security and data protection to a new level. 

"This represents a scary precedent" because of the scope and depth of intrusion into people's private lives, said Ajay Sood, Canada general manager at cyber security company FireEye/Mandiant. "Ashley Madison wasn't the first, but it's the one."

http://news.yahoo.com/ashley-madison-hack-sends-shivers-hook-porn-sites-050350102--sector.html

As seen on ...

Yes, I had an Ashley Madison account. 

Had being the key word.  It was free and I never met anyone so I doubt there's much to discuss.

Looks like I am going away for a while.

You never know.

So adios, 

j.g.

The Fat Kid taste Wild Turkey

Sometimes I still feel like the junior high fat kid, slighted by most, ignored often and hoping for a  change.

I had a slug of Wild Turkey to calm my feelings of inadequacy & sadness.

But I gotta keep plucking away at the wall, right?

Hope, hope.


TTYL



~ J ~