By trade I am a web designer and no, I don’t want to build your website. While it is good money and I don’t suck at it, I really hate doing it. Crap like this is boring, frustrating, and gives me a brain cramp.
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While it is a profession that I despise, I must admit that it is quite interesting. It never ceases to amaze me how gargoobled letters, symbols and numbers can produces something as beautiful as this:
OK, maybe it’s the beach that makes it so beautiful…. *sigh*
In reality, my eyes know that this beautiful beach is nothing more than the mess of characters in the source code above. Isn’t this though, the reality of life? I know that I can present a pretty glossy exterior when MOST of the time, I’m a MESS just below the surface. I’m a tangled weave of gargoobled intellect, fears and emotions.
So are these women…
It’s too bad you can’t read someone’s source code to find out what they are really about before you allow them into your world. I’m often too trusting of a person and allow the wrong people to get inside my secure little realm of existence. I tend to believe that everyone is truly good and kind at the core of who they are and everyday that happy little fantasy is shattered more and more. It’s a sad realization that there are some people who, if given the option of a “Make Your Life Wonderful” button and a “Make Your Life Miserable” button they will choose to make you miserable every single time.
What kind of friend are you? Which button do you choose to push?
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