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Have you ever heard someone say that they were so pissed they could
spit nails? Right now, I'm so pissed I could take those nails and drive
them right through someone's fucking eyes and take pleasure in their
screams of agony. Why? Because I just spent a fucking hour and a half
writing a post on my Xanga site and guess what happened? I went to save
and post and when I did I got a blank screen with the words:
"Xanga is currently down for maintenance. We will return shortly. Thanks!" You know how when you write something and you work on it awhile and shit just comes together for you? You get into that groove that's so fucking smooth you feel as if you could write forever (or at least until the jittery caffeine high wears off) and what comes from your fingers is pure magic, it's bliss, it's truth and fiction and it swirls around in this delightfully brilliant vortex that can't be replicated no matter how hard you try and you know that it'll be another long while before you have a moment like that again. Kind of like that awesome night of mind blowing sex you had that was so perfect that you knew that God, in his pervy way, was smiling down on you and blessing you with orgasm after orgasm and although it was beyond great, beyond perfect you've never had a night like that since? Yeah, me neither, but I figure someone out there must be able to relate to that one. Well, tonight I had a moment like that and it just so happened that fucking Xanga decided to pick that time, without notice it seems, to shut down for fucking maintenance. What the hell?! FUCK!!!! I can't get that back. I'll still try but I know I won't be able to bring it together like that again. At least not for that piece. What really irritates the piss out of me is that I paid for fucking Premium last night and this is the first thing Xanga does to me, loses my fucking brilliant post. *sigh!* Fucking suuuuuucks. So instead of having your minds blown by what I had written before you now had to sit through this little bitchfest and yes, it was little. You should see me when I forget the bottle of bleach in the shopping cart in the middle of the Wal Mart parking lot and then don't realize it until after I get home. Talk about a bitchfest. Hell, I could just about break my own knee caps with a hammer. So, there you go. Thanks for sitting through this one with me and I apologize for wasting your time. I don't really mean that but tomorrow I might almost feel bad enough to kind of apologize. Maybe.
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All kidding aside, can really empathize with you on this one, as it's happened to many of us, me included, and right here on Buzznet as well. One simple suggestion: write what you need to say in Notepad (or some similar text editor), then copy and paste it to where you want it to go.
That way if it's lost when the site goes down for maintenance or whatever reason, you might want to swear again, but your work won't be lost. And that's exactly what I did in this comment to you.