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With just a few minutes to go before the end of the day, I only have time to tell you about one thing I did today, but that's okay, because aside from a quick trip to the mall, I only did the one thing: spent all day trying to bring my computer back from the hideous corruption wrought by the wedded-in-evil Securom and EA Games. What company is so obsessed with game piracy that they are totally willing to alienate their paying customers by fucking their computers up with antipiracy software that is nearly impossible to eradicate and as an added bonus trashes basic gameplay? EA Games, that's who. *shakes fists in impotent rage*
The best thing is that now that I've spent a solid week uninstalling, eradicating, reconfiguring, and reinstalling, I kind of never want to see the game ever again, but feel compelled to play to make up for all the trouble. Go me.
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The one other thing I did today was buy my niece a glamorous outfit for her birthday, which activity was much more fun. ( God, I love having a little girl to buy clothes for! )
I figure this is the last year I can buy stuff like this for her until she turns like sixteen and I won't do it then because no doubt she'll despise my taste in clothes at sixteen. (I mean, when I was sixteen I would rather have died than wear anything any of my relatives bought for me -- kind of still feel that way, to tell the truth.) But isn't this pretty, all sparkly and ridiculous? I love it. There's a teeny little hobo bag to go with it, too.
And that was two things after all, and good night.
The best thing is that now that I've spent a solid week uninstalling, eradicating, reconfiguring, and reinstalling, I kind of never want to see the game ever again, but feel compelled to play to make up for all the trouble. Go me.
:::
The one other thing I did today was buy my niece a glamorous outfit for her birthday, which activity was much more fun. ( God, I love having a little girl to buy clothes for! )
I figure this is the last year I can buy stuff like this for her until she turns like sixteen and I won't do it then because no doubt she'll despise my taste in clothes at sixteen. (I mean, when I was sixteen I would rather have died than wear anything any of my relatives bought for me -- kind of still feel that way, to tell the truth.) But isn't this pretty, all sparkly and ridiculous? I love it. There's a teeny little hobo bag to go with it, too.
And that was two things after all, and good night.
