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I caught them again. They were tracking me again. I was trying to get on my internet service and saw a camera-like thing popping in and out of my computer, so I hit it. There they were requesting to get on my internet service and stating that it was an emergency. Emergency? Why is it an emergency?
I don’t understand why the idiots have to hack into my computer. My blog is open for all to see, so why do they have to hack my computer? All they have to do is go to my blog and there’s my blog open to everyone. I guess acting like spies makes them feel important.
They are all such absolutely ridiculous people. I went to the internet service and changed my password today, but, of course, the people at the company gave it up right away to the Nazis.
It really annoys the hell out of me that we can’t go anywhere and do anything without some idiot giving the other idiots our information.
It is against the law to harass us. We haven’t done a damn, damn thing. If anyone is breaking the law it’s the damn Nazis. But yesterday on the radio, I heard something the man said about the people who harass citizens. He said that right always wins. That the people like Nixon, etc., all got caught. He said eventually everybody gets caught. And this made me feel good, because I know all the games these Nazis play will put them all in prison. “Right always wins” said the man, and he’s right.
Yesterday, I mentioned it was raining in Las Vegas. Well, the rain helped me. I’ve always been suspicious of the part of the ceiling right in front of the air conditioner. It always made me curious, the way the plaster was sloppily applied. It didn’t look right. And last night I was proven right. The cheap plaster put on the ceiling came off (and when I say cheap, I mean cheap, it feels like a very thin cracker) and there’s a slit running right across the air conditioner. There is nothing under the plaster, just a long slit and the water is coming into my apartment from the opening. I don’t know what’s inside the ceiling. The ceiling is too high for me to take a look. If it rains again, the damn ceiling might cave in.
I went into the office (it’s now opened on Saturday) and told the woman about it. As always, she didn’t seem too concerned. She told me it’ll be taken care of tomorrow.
Let me tell you, if that ceiling falls in, I will definitely suit.
I’m sick of the hackers, the people in the office, and all the sub-humans who live near me. They all make me sick, sick, sick.
It’s always some bullshit I have to handle every day. I’m sick, sick, sick of all the shit.
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