It's how I got hooked into the net. November 1991. I spent over ten hours a day on the damn thing, at first.
Met my ex-husband on it. Met too many damned ex-boyfriends on it. The creator is the good friend of mine who let me live with him for a year, rent-free, while I got my life back together and recovered from depression. (1997). It took me a long time to escape from the social circle that swirled around him. Eventually, he did too. I had lunch with him a couple weeks ago.
Sorry, none of you care about this, I'm just rambling.posted by beth at 2:50 PM on December 11, 2000
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