( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

Right then.

For those of you who haven't figured it out, or are too stubborn to accept it, let me clarify something for you right now in the interest of preserving my own sanity.

FILTERS. DO. NOT. CURRENTLY. WORK.

Now before you decide to point out how utterly fantastic you are with technology, or whine about how it isn't fair, allow me to say one more thing.

I. Don't. Care.

I don't care if you're Bill Gates himself, or even someone who believes he makes Bill Gates look like a right dolt (I'm looking at you - both of you, really - as I type this, Stark). I don't care if you're from Above, or Below, or Somewhere Else Entirely. I don't care. The PDAs will still not filter things for you, no matter how much you might wish otherwise. You can't send texts either, for that matter. Not without assaulting the rest of us with your inane dribble, that is.

So for the love of whatever it is you love the most, stop trying to have private conversations in a public forum while assuming that maybe you'll be lucky enough to make the filtering system work for you. Currently it doesn't and I doubt it will again until dear old Uncle Asaph decides otherwise.

Now stop with the proclamations of love, the interrogation of people you claim to be friends with who might have steered you wrong, the solicitation of advice from a select few, or whatever else you might intend to be private that won't be. It's giving me a headache and, if I have to take time out of my very busy schedule to respond to these things personally, you aren't liable to enjoy the results.

Thank you. That is all.

Elena
Would you like to go out with me tomorrow for the day? I think we really need to talk, and there is a lot I need to say to you.

Lexi
What are you doing tonight? I need some bestie advice, even if that makes me sound like the girls. I think I have control of that little monkey, and I need to talk to Elena. You saw what Elijah sent to her. That was a disgusting mess. I am not buying all that nobility. I just don't know how to make her see how sorry I am for everything. I also don't know how or why she should forgive me, even if I want her to. I don't deserve it.

Right, so does anyone know where I can get a decent hair dye? My roots are showing.

Yesterday I snuck a couple of grapes to eat while I was at the grocery store.

I always wanted to be in a rock band.

Sometimes I like coffee so much, that I actually drink decaf just so I can have coffee late at night. Otherwise, it keeps me up. Though I don't get much sleep as it is.

I kind of miss being in my chair and going down skate ramps.

I really want to see Magic Mike, to see hot guys take their shirts off and strip. I wish it was in 3-D though. Does anyone want to go with me?