I got a fave pic of my grandpa, I have it where I see it asap when I get up in the morning, his arms open for me cz I'm about to give him a patpat. meanwhile, spent the whole damn day with tech people. Yahoo has spanked and suspended Mr Dick(less). according to tech (and a private investigator who works for Blackhawk [no I'm not kidding] [this is NF, the ghetto, ya know how many dudes go into the military? um all the ones without a guitar, pretty much] [Sunnie knows him]) there is no way to get Mr Dick(less)'s real identity through an email address. anybody could be anybody. BUT the head of the IT dept at work will in the meantime make a website that'd track him to his house if he visits it for when/if he surfaces with a new email, something with a sexy sounding address to tempt him - that's pretty badass, eh? I'll take that solution if I need it. then Sunnie's bro helped me pick a tablet [backordered til the 13th ugh], take back the new laptop, get rid of the old ones after getting the music off, blabla