you to know she's not wearing any...jewelry. Left it at home.

there should be a special place in hell for malware developers that aim their crap at kids.

sings, "Sweet Car-o-line...doot, doo, doo..."

let's write a Plurk story. I'll start and you take it from here: "The fax machine whirred.The paper gave her the answer, it was time to..."

Plurk, Plurk Pladonka Durk.

she had some gum or mints. No, it's more than "wish". She needs gum or mints. STAT.

Plurk is a lot of clicking.

wonders if a friend can tell if you're not following their Plurks. Not that I would do that...

wonders if she's the only one who doesn't feel she has to choose between Twitter and Plurk. Time suck factor aside.

completely unable to concentrate on work today.