The more, the marrier?

That's odd; I work in one of the dreaded Big 3 copy shops(it's really not that bad), the other day a woman comes in with files to print. Text messages from her ex-boyfriend. Over the course of three hours, according to the timestamps, he went from whining about how much he loved her to threatening to ruin her life, her family's life, murder and mahem. Doesn't help that he's a techno junkie, so the hacked accounts he was using to send these messages couldn't be traced back to him.

"and then we can form babby together..."

Apos: Autocorrect fail?

No, "fail at life" fail.

Trance354: techno junkie

but how are his beats?

stephen02tb: Trance354: techno junkie

but how are his beats?

As in, he's on the bleeding edge of technology. The other kind of techno junkie

stephen02tb: Trance354: techno junkie

but how are his beats?

also, ha ha, [Iseewhatyoudidthere.jpg]

Trance354: That's odd; I work in one of the dreaded Big 3 copy shops(it's really not that bad), the other day a woman comes in with files to print. Text messages from her ex-boyfriend. Over the course of three hours, according to the timestamps, he went from whining about how much he loved her to threatening to ruin her life, her family's life, murder and mahem. Doesn't help that he's a techno junkie, so the hacked accounts he was using to send these messages couldn't be traced back to him.

I used to work at one of those places. Used to read all sorts of crap I probably wasn't supposed to (random files saved in our system) on the lazy Sunday shift. I can't believe some of the really embarrassing things people would insist we kept filed in our systems.

cgraves67: The more, the marrier?

I'm not sure what he's proposing with "marrier..."

Was a PopTart involved?

My ex would call me at 2AM and I'd be enough of a sucker to take her calls, but she wouldn't give me her new address so I could mail her stuff to her. I still have some of it.

Trance354: That's odd; I work in one of the dreaded Big 3 copy shops(it's really not that bad), the other day a woman comes in with files to print. Text messages from her ex-boyfriend. Over the course of three hours, according to the timestamps, he went from whining about how much he loved her to threatening to ruin her life, her family's life, murder and mahem. Doesn't help that he's a techno junkie, so the hacked accounts he was using to send these messages couldn't be traced back to him.

Huh, after I tried to have conversations with a girl I dated in HS who moved right next to a business I frequent in a city 2 hours away from where we grew up, I finally figured I had to give up because she was a dramqueen and a biatch. I mean, I still farked her, but that was the brief period when we weren't arguing. Anyway, maybe less than a month later she texts me asking for computer help. Oh, hell no. I told her that I wasn't to be used for her needs, and she replies that she was hoping that it was a way to break the ice and start talking again. Well, obviously I was skeptic and told her so, but that I'd think about it. A few hours later I start getting phone calls from an unknown number.

So I call the police and tell her her that I did. She's saying things about how I don't know who's the one texting me, but then goes on to reference high school. Yeah, real genius here.

Now, see how I mentioned she texted me for computer help? By the time the cops come I have the area where the call was coming from (downtown, which is where she went to art school and used to live before moving to that apartment by the shop I mentioned) and when it was activated. I gave the cops the information. Then I compromised the Facebook, GMail and Twitter accounts of her and a few of her friends.

Haven't heard from - or even seen - her since.