The Over-Educated Nympho

I’m shopping for a new webhosting service because my current one has pissed me off so many times in the last month that if this were a guy I was dating I would have smacked him, swished his toothbrush around in the toilet then put it back in the toothbrush holder, sharpened my nails on his face, and stolen a twenty from his wallet. Actually, if this were a guy I was dating I would have dumped his sorry ass ages ago but it’s not that simple when there is a huge amount of data involved and I can only muster so much patience in a short period of time.

Has anyone had good experiences with a particular webhost? I have my eye on a couple but after all the crap I’ve been through in the last month I want some personal recommendations that their host doesn’t suck big donkey balls.

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I’m moving Saturday morning. I am about to be royally fucked when it comes to packing in time, especially since I was an idiot last night and slept for eight hours instead of packing. Tonight I became such a panicked packing fiend that I neglected to eat dinner–unless if veggie potato chips and peanut butter M&Ms count.

What I’m getting at: I’ve sucked at responding to emails over the last two days, and I probably won’t return to normal correspondence until after the move-in and after cable is installed. If I don’t answer your emails, don’t take it personally. Unless if you wrte emails lIkE this bc ur 2 qul 2 spel, then you should take it personally.