answer: 15. One to actually screw it in and 14 to beat the hell out of the Polish guy who had been up on the ladder.
ey guys, I'm working on a project to assemble links to all the classic Elly's Slice of Cyberpie journal entries. If you know of a good one, send it (with or without a description) to email@example.com. I will keep everything anonymous, because I know only a certain kind of masochist really enjoys getting on her bad side. For now, here are some classics I've compiled.
n the evening Deya, Monster Boy and I surfed cable teevee. I wondered aloud what we had done back before we began pirating cable. We figured we must have been watching lots of Monster Boy's weird movies, listening incessantly to his goth/80s music, and actually having conversations. Fancy that. Rory came by. He's planning a party for Saturday night at the haunted house. If the party is sufficiently crazy I'm sure we'll exorcize the place.
uring the week I notice I enter into a familiar, almost monastic pattern, similar in many respects to the days when I lived at the Shaque. Since I'm awake all night, I can only be awake for a small part of the day, and even then, I'm mostly reclusive and focuse my talents on cyberspace. Back when I lived at the Shaque, I had no internet connection, but I used to find other interesting ways to idle away my time. I painted. I played guitar real loud. I masturbated. I used ResEdit to crack a wide range of copy-protected Macintosh software (and in the process learned a lot about assembly language), and of course, I played with vintage computer equipment. In those days, not long ago, I thought 8088 machines were pretty cool.
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