Seriously. Three days ago they called to let me know that they'd screwed up my apartment number, and the man with the apartment number they had in the system as mine wanted internet. All of this meant that they'd need to ''shut of my internet service for an hour''. HA. An hour. More like 78 hours.
I called and cancelled it today. I don't care if they are some kind of giant corporation with a monopoly on internet service. There has to be some other kind of option. Until then I can walk to the coffee shop every day.
On a more entertaining note, here's a random picture from my old cell phone:
S is for Stoya. Blood is for permanent scarring. :D
Yesterday Adrianna emailed me random topless pictures of herself. It was really exciting.