Ugh, idiot.
Sunday, April 9th, 2006edit: Kriss - Hahahaha. That didn’t sound right. It’s a typo.
Ugh, idiot. - Napoleon Dynamite style.
As you noticed (maybe not), my hosting account was suspended 2 days ago. It was only resolved yesterday so there’s a huge gap. To clear things up and end all speculations:
- No, I don’t pay fees for hosting. Suspension usually happens if you don’t pay your bills. Well, that’s not the case. Which means, I’m not going poor.
- My website was hacked twice by an oversized 42-year old dude with braces who lives in his parent’s basement because they are too poor to feed him (but can afford dsl) and he uses the internet, scamming people to earn extra cash to buy boxes of cheetos and probably playboy for daily masturbation. or atleast, that’s how I imagined him.
Some dude thinks he’s cool enough to hack my site. Well, to tell the truth, I’m quite impressed. At least, there’s a kick in the butt for me update my oh-so-classic script and fix my flaws. Thank god, for the understanding and helpful people at surpass helpdesk (if you don’t host your site there, you suck!). The person who hacked the site could be reading this entry, mumbling with cheetos oozing out of his mouth, cheetos all over the keyboard and with his geeky voice (I imagined Ned Flanders from The Simpsons or maybe that nerdy comic-book fat guy but I don’t know his name), “Shenoodle doodly doo, he caught me. No money for this month issue! Dang it!” and fogging his 3-inch thick glasses. At least if you are that desperate don’t go virtual fucking with my site. Go find a real chick with big tits (trust me, they are the best but slightly noisy in bed).
So enough beating and bashing the shit out of him. We don’t want him to go and cry for mummy, do we?
On a brighter note, next week is my birthday (April 14th). I will be extremely happy if you could get me a car similar to Paris Hilton. No, I won’t mention what type of fancy car she has because just talking about it makes me pee in my pants. I just got the carpet cleaned and the room aired out all day, maybe next time. Why a gay car similar to Paris Hilton you asked? Well, then we can meet up and have sex… on tape. I might just go rich selling it and buy myself a slurpee machine.
If you’re really interested in throwing a few bucks, my paypal account is affysucks@gmail.com and here’s my wishlist.
I’m up for link exhanges, any takers?
Ugh, my breath smells like mango. A celebrity is a person who works hard all his life to become well known, then wears dark glasses to avoid being recognized.




















