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= F.U.C.K. - Fucked Up College Kids - Born Jan. 24th, 1993 - F.U.C.K. =
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Dry, Emotionless, Random Gripes
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I am sitting here watching the sun come up. I have been up for a day now,
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and will be up all day today. See, my body clock is fucked up. And the
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more I tried to correct it, the worse it got. I should be on East Coast
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time; I am on Tokyo time. I just left the west coast. Extreme measures
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have to be taken at this point.
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My mind is blank...a GREAT time to be writing a fucking text file. >:(
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I really shouldn't say it is blank. I have lots of my mind. I am in love.
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She loves me. We live 2700 miles apart. The frequent flier miles are great.
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We may not see each other as much as we like, but we talk on the phone
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constantly. That's the great thing about being a phreak when you're in
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love with someone on the opposite coast from you. You don't have to worry
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about any phone bills. Can anyone say "800-redirect?"
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Enough of her. It pisses the other her off. She doesn't want to hear about
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my love interest. She rolls her eyes at the mere mention of her name. It's
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not like we're fucking and she has a right to be jealous. I don't even know
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this woman. It's an e-mail thing. Not a fling, a thing. She sends me these
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huge e-mails telling me this or that, asking me this or that. She asks, she
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gets, she bitches. Go figure. She feels like she owns a piece of me. We've
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never even met.
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Mailing lists suck. See, I admin a list if you don't already know. Fucking
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Area 51 invasion plans that make less sense than Carolyn Meinel's reason
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for existence. Whiny female discrimination conspiracies. New AOL subscribers
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joining the list like we were giving away free money or something. A flood
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of one-line responses CC'd to the whole world and back. Nothing of substance.
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Infowar goes batshit. The NCSA goes batshit. Happy Hackers goes batshit. All
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of this makes me wanna go batshit.
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Moved into my second apartment this morning. It's a really cool place, but
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it is fucking trashed. Dirty walls, dirty floors, dirty everything. Nothing
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a flame thrower can't fix. Once I clean it up, which I have to, because the
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previous tenant was a lazy fucking loser, it will be a really cool place.
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But what to do with all these boxes? I hate unpacking.
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Club scene sucks these days. San Francisco used to rock with the best night
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club scene in the world. They are all gone now. Only one remains...Bondage
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Au GoGo. And even that sucks now. Shitty music, too many frat boys trying
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to see some tit, and everyone complaining about shit best termed "personal
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club politics." Get a life. Someone has a problem with someone else, and
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it becomes a drama for the whole staff to talk about for weeks. Like I
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give a fuck. I am there to get drunk. Besides, the gorgeous chick bartender
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wants me desperately. Been this way for months. I am always gone flying
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somewhere. I haven't been there recently. She will be disappointed I am
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in love. I don't care either way. Apathy.
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Binary schizophrenia has consumed me. I spend a whole night in front of a
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computer and accomplish nothing. Go figure. Are these machines really a
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productivity gainer? I spent all night typing and didn't accomplish a
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fucking thing. About all I care about now is e-mail. This is one fucking
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hell of an expensive machine to read e-mail with. I don't care. Even if I
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was stupid enough to spend the money for a glorified e-mail reader, my
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computer is still better than yours.
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I don't care about hacking. I do, but not in the public sense. This made
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me realize that hacking is definitely a private pursuit, and should be kept
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that way. Public exchange of ideas is bullshit. There are no ideas out
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there. Only lamers looking to send you useless e-mail. There should be no
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lists. There should be nothing but private pursuit of knowledge and a
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friendly exchange with those who know. No one is gonna help you become a
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hacker. If you can't realize this, you suck already and never would have
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made it anyway. Go weave a basket.
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"Hackers bust into military Internet site!" So what? Who cares? The only
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people who care are the same people trying to sell you a solution that
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doesn't work. They are the ones telling you the headlines in the first
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place. Security doesn't exist. Therefore, no industry built around it
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should exist. It's a fraud. We all know it. They all know it. But they do
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it anyway. People bug me.
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I want peace. I want to pursue my relationship and take it somewhere the
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white trash relationships of today never go. I have an enormous amount of
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free time without having to worry about a job or money. I would like to
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capitalize on this time and invest it in her, thereby having it pay
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dividends back to me. And when she is off attending to her patients, I
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will relax and read a book and learn something. Or pop in a relaxing CD
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and lounge around. Then she will come home.
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But doesn't she live 2700 miles away? If you haven't figured out that my
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new place is with her, then you haven't been paying attention. Or maybe
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it is because I am not coherent due to lack of sleep. But at least I can
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still spell better than you. I now live on both coasts. Didn't I say enough
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about talking of her earlier? Am I talking about her right now? God I need
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sleep. Fifteen more hours to go for me.
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What's my point here? There is no point. Random gripes. Random, pointless
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gripes. I had to get it out. I wanted to torment you by forcing you to read
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them. I will send this off to Dis now. Dis. One of the few decent guys left.
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I haven't been around much to shoot the shit with him as much as I would
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like. This one's for you Dis. Don't ask why. I don't know the answer.
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-se7en
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4/12/97
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