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I'm going to set up a tumblr. It's going to be called Damn You Auto Texts of This Internet Site.

Though I might change the name.

I'm going to put all of these messed up texts and posts in it. For posterity's sake. I mean this stuff should be on the internet.

I only laugh because I don't get messages in the first place.

I've never been more glad that I don't tend to use my Stark Phone. Even if the logistics of a glitch like this are somewhat fascinating.

And this is why you should never trust technology with your deep dark secrets.

Since the Net is in a screw you mode and forcing us all the do the sharing and caring thing, I suppose there's no use trying to make my latest dreams secret. They're super dark and people die, children die. No I don't want your pity either because I volunteered to enter the Hunger Games. I'm not sure if it qualifies as an act of valor or just plain stupidity. Maybe I had a death wish.

The recent technological meltdown has left me supremely glad that I'm single and rather boring.

I didn't do it.

I'm not using this thing or my Starkphone for anything personal until this is all sorted out, but it's been a little annoying I haven't been able to reach my boyfriend since yesterday. I think it's safe to assume he's still alive though.

There's a reason why phones go through extensive alpha and beta testing before they are put on the market. Did Stark Industries even try before they gave out those things? Mine already went into the trash. I'm headed to the phone company to reactivate my old phone. Good riddance.

I'm going to confront my mother, but I want a copy of that email first. Have you figured out who Robin is?

Question. Would you like to do something besides go running, some time? Not that running isn't wonderful - good for the health, good preparation for the zomb-- right, can't even joke about that one. Point being, love the running, would like to also have dinner some time. Maybe. If you'd like.

Well, it's wonderful to know that wherever I am, a constant remains: I'm heartless and terrible with women.

I know this is out of nowhere, but I need a drink and a chance to throw sharp things at an inanimate object that can't be hurt. Game of darts at that place with the decent draft beer?