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He doesn't need to work out, he'll be one of those bastards that was born good looking and well toned. Not jealous

To Neurotik:
Vista sucks, that's right, but Windows 7 is really better than Vista (no really, Vista is like the retarded son of microsoft no one likes).
So yeah, just download Windows XP if you can't find a disc. And if you bought Vista, and your laptop was made for XP there's a legal key for Win XP on the back of your laptop.

You could also go linux but that's a change you got to do slowly.

Well you can do this: delete Windows Vista and install the Windows 7 RC. It's like the beta of it, only better, and it's free.
If you still hate it you can reinstall vista or download windows xp and crack it.

When I bought my laptop the first thing I did was format it... only to discover that XP won't install over the top of a deleted Vista HDD with out some fucking around.

Read this

http://forums.techguy.org/windows-vista ... vista.html

Download a Windows XP SP3 off a trusted torrent website and you're away.

The other alternative is of course Linux but I could never get used to it myself, uburntu or something is supposed to be good.

You can install Win7 over Vista, but you will need to reformat and lose all your data, so backup! You also need an empty DVD to burn Win7 on.

Also, in pricing, Windows 7 is gonna be cheaper than Vista according to some sources. And there is always an Upgrade package, a cheaper version than the normal version, but you need Windows Vista for that package.

I have a congenital disease called congenital hepatic fibrosis. Basically it means I was born with a liver that is tougher than most so blood has trouble passing through it, it has a high fatality rate and I have ended up "clinically" dead because of it, but am still here and I thought I had beat it.

But a few months ago I was starting to get warning signs so I went to the docs then to the hospital. Since January this year I have had 4 ultrasounds, 3 CT scans, 4 MRI scans, weekly blood checks and all sorts of shit. They're basically checking I haven't got cancer because they think I may have. If I have got it then I need a transplant and its not something I want to do.

Am 28 years old and writing a will "just in case" ffs.

My grandad died of bowel cancer, my brother had cancer in his leg and my mam had cancer in her arse, all of them got through it.... im ready for death, i've accepted that i may die earlier a long time ago becauseof CHF but cancer.. fucking hell man.

Dale: 28 years old. Single (sort of). Part time job. Drop out. Skinny streak of ugly piss with a terminal illness and I try and smile and make jokes of it. But as emo as it sounds, i'd rather not be here.

I have more scans and tests next week, I just wish I had an answer. If it is cancer then I can plan. If it isn't well.. am a happy bunny.

Its not dying that scares me its the people and life i'll leave behind.

I want to be someone else.

fuckin hell thats the most emo thing i hgave ever written.

wel thats a hard one to follow..

missbrass wrote:

missedthebus wrote:

missbrass wrote:The weights I wore on my ankles for my jog today was so heavy it rubbed the back of my ankles raw. Gross, I know.
Ooh and my ffaveee chancletas started falling apart (RIP)
Its been a beautiful day otherwise

Ive never heard of ankle weights..... what do they help with??

Not to advertise the obvious but you don't work out right!? Haha

if i was a girl i would work out every day just to watch my tits bounce

sackmetropolis wrote:

missbrass wrote:

missedthebus wrote:

missbrass wrote:The weights I wore on my ankles for my jog today was so heavy it rubbed the back of my ankles raw. Gross, I know.
Ooh and my ffaveee chancletas started falling apart (RIP)
Its been a beautiful day otherwise

Ive never heard of ankle weights..... what do they help with??

Not to advertise the obvious but you don't work out right!? Haha

if i was a girl i would work out every day just to watch my tits bounce

and you don't either.

(girls wear sports bra which prevent bouncing. or at least me with my mesquito bites)

missbrass wrote:

sackmetropolis wrote:

missbrass wrote:

missedthebus wrote:

missbrass wrote:The weights I wore on my ankles for my jog today was so heavy it rubbed the back of my ankles raw. Gross, I know.
Ooh and my ffaveee chancletas started falling apart (RIP)
Its been a beautiful day otherwise

Ive never heard of ankle weights..... what do they help with??

Not to advertise the obvious but you don't work out right!? Haha

if i was a girl i would work out every day just to watch my tits bounce

and you don't either.

(girls wear sports bra which prevent bouncing. or at least me with my mesquito bites)

I work out answers and directions.

I dont need to do exercise psssh

I have the ripped physique of Hulk Hogan, it took me a year to develop, and do you want to know my secret?

missedthebus wrote:

missbrass wrote:

sackmetropolis wrote:

missbrass wrote:

missedthebus wrote: Ive never heard of ankle weights..... what do they help with??

Not to advertise the obvious but you don't work out right!? Haha

if i was a girl i would work out every day just to watch my tits bounce

and you don't either.

(girls wear sports bra which prevent bouncing. or at least me with my mesquito bites)

I work out answers and directions.

I dont need to do exercise psssh

I have the ripped physique of Hulk Hogan, it took me a year to develop, and do you want to know my secret?

It's not a secret if people can tell you're wearing a muscle suit, silly

after spending the best part of a month with the love of my life i come home to an empty house, i live on my own, my pet cat died and there's that bollox with cancer atm. Normally am a tough fucker who can laugh at it and have very much a gallows sense of humour but am really starting to lose my optimism, I ignore phone calls, going out and have become a hermit. Am a former shadow of myself.

Am fucked up beyond recognition, i want the old dale back but I think he died

you have miss brass's cat

sackmetropolis wrote:you have miss brass's cat

yes the cat hates me.
yes I feed him overly expensive organic chicken three times a day.
yes he's gonna take glamour shots when I make him.

alright, so i wnt for a late night, "i am kind of drunk and stressed" jog and i lost my keys and got locked out of my house and wound up having to break a huge window which cut up my hands and arms.

i am not pissed, i am in fucking tears and in pain.

As positive as I try to be theres so much shit a human being can fucking handle.