For the last half-hour I've had a strange feeling. Something about the way you chose words on AIM. You don't use the semicolon to make a visual face, and I totally feel you on that. But it was something else that made me think you were familiar…. Did we cyber some time in the late 90's?
It was a lonely time in my life, a time I turned to the computer for consolation. I don't want to go into details, beyond the fact that I downloaded so much internet pornography my computer could not accept a disk, or run any programs. I logged on to chat rooms for a more meaningful, personal experience. Well, you know the rest. That is, if we cybered some time in the late 90's.
Though I wouldn't judge someone on personal matters, I am still happy that I quit my addiction to internet pornography. It has allowed me to open tremendous new possibilities for recreation, while before I would just sit, zombified, in front of a screen, with a rock-hard erection. I enjoy playing with My Little Ponies and G.I. Joes, and burning them. The frizzy hair of the ponies goes up in a shower of cracking, tiny sparks. That determines the winner; whoever emerges from the fire most recognizable.