Tuesday, August 19, 2003

Password Protected


I am a dolt (no, please... hold your applause until the end). I am one of those people who uses the same password for everything and just 'tweaks it a little' when necessary. Of course, I won't tell YOU my password (not that I don't trust you, but the contents of my computer are a little embarrassing. No porn. Mostly sewing projects and things I dream about. It's my personal shame).

I've also been using the same lame ass password for 6 years. How do I know it was exactly 6 years? Well, when I first created my password, I integrated the name of my beau into it. And then I thought "was that a little premature? What if things don't work out? How do I go back and change it? Will it be hard?" and there was so much pressure. I mean, using a guy's name in your password is tantamount [spelling?] to getting it tattooed on your forehead or giving him the keys to your apartment, right? It was risky business, but I forged ahead.

Actually, it's the only reason I ever got married. If things didn't work out, I could burn the love letters or change the locks - but a password? That's commitment.

...and don't even think of shaking him down. I didn't get it engraved in his wedding band. honest.

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