Try reading ther PC World article before you decide to install it.
http://www.pcworld.com/article/id,142233/article.html

I don't like to talk about my ex, period. If asked point blank, I prefer to keep it short and not go into details.
What possible good can it serve to dredge up memories best left forgotten?

Giving away 20 Grand and most of the furniture to the ex so she could get a new start.

No way! I have to get to know a person before getting intimate.

Extra sharp Irish cheddar is my favorite but Havarti is nice too, especially melted on a croissant.

I really like the show, except the loud announcer.
Those people are phenomenal athletes but a bit obsessed, I think. Some have actually built replicas of the course to practice on.

The Beautiful People by Marilyn Manson

I have noticed that "[ b ], [ /b ]" and "[ u ], [ /u ]" pairs work but that , does not work if you want to insert a hyperlink, although I have noticed that some posts DO contain working hyperlinks...what code works on this site and why aren't they listed in any of the Help questions?
Not everyone with a profile is "board illiterate", after all!

Go back and really read the posts and you'll see that, even if you don't mean to do it, you're basically "asking for it", sort of like taping a "Kick me" sign to yourself.
You come across as self-pitying and needy. If you examine yourself, really take an objective look at your self image and the behavior that results from your apparent low self esteem, then there is help. Ask your GP about therapy, or find and join a self help group.
But I really, really, really recommend against whining on a public Forum. What if someone you like answers one of you emails , Googles you, and comes across this thread? Not good...

I nose, I was just feeling like to play and tease yous, for to amusink myself. Are you havink de troubles for to be finding a someones to rub unicorn for to be making de magic mayonnaise?

AAAHHHH! It's a Hair Shark!! Run for it! Save the wimmins and chillins first!!

AAAHHHH! It's a Hair Shark!! Run for it! Save the wimmins and chillins first!!

AAAHHHH! It's a Hair Shark!! Run for it! Save the wimmins and chillins first!!

AAAHHHH! It's a Hair Shark!! Run for it! Save the wimmins and chillins first!!

Fixed that for ya.

As he re-enters the Inn, Caracatus hears a familiar sound, coming from the kitchen, "Calliope? Is that you?"
He hurriedly crosses the floor and pushes the kitchen door open, "Hello my sweet little Hobbit...availing yourself of the portions of the wild turkey that escaped me earlier? I assure you that I have left the best morsals. My but you seem famished! There are roasted parsnips in that pot by the kitchen hearth." He points..." just be sure to save the others, one or two, I remember how you Hobbits do enjoy your vegetables..."

Caracatus draws the sickle from his sash and looks at it again, "There is a nick in the edge, near the tip. Promise to hone the nick out and polish the blade and we have a deal."

"15 is not bad but I can tell that the steel is old and from the condition of the handle, I can also tell that this tool is well used. I would pay pay 15 if it were new, but a well-used sickle is still not worth one that has just been forged and assembled new from the mountains of a Dwarven forge...I offer you 10 gold pieces..."

Caracatus takes the newly proffered tool, examines the blade, holding the sickle by it's handle with two fingers, then flicks a finger against the blade and listens intently to the resulting ringing sound that he metal makes. He repeats the experiment, holding the sickle even closer to his ear, "The metal sounds right..."
He then examines the handle, holding it close to his eye and running it up and down it's length, checking the grain of the wood, as well as the stain and polish, "Hmmm", he says, "this this is a fine 100 year piece of old Oak, I recognize the pattern of the grain as being from the Midlands...excellent." He rubs his fingers lightly up and down the handle's length, "I know who made this stain and the polish is made primarily from bee's wax...this is of Dwaven manufacture!"

He looks knowingly at Raquil, while placing the sickle into the sash of his robes, "If you had told me that you had Dwarf-made tools in the first place, we could have saved some time. I'll take it, if you name me a fair price, that is." Caratacus straightens and looks squarely into Raquils eyes, he places his hands on his hips, his staff held in the crook of one arm, it's base in the dirt and it's top towering over the little human's head his lips draw tight into a stubborn-looking line...the Druid has dealt with traveling merchants before and he is not one to be cheated...

Caracatus takes the proffered tool, examines the blade, holding the sickle by it's handle with two fingers, then flicks a finger against the blade and listens intently to the resulting ringing sound that he metal makes. He scowls and looks at Raquil.
"This will not do, there isn't enough carbon in the steel and look! This handle is made of bone! I am a Druid, an Earth Elemental Druid. The hadle must be made of wood, preferably Oak or Yew and the steel must be able to stand repeated use against the fiberous and tough stems of the Mistletoe bush...try again, Raquil, no sale."