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Lycos Sold To South Korean Company
maggeth writes "Terra Networks has finally decided to dump its struggling web portal, Lycos, to the South Korean-based Daum Communications Corp. Terra bought Lycos for $12.5 billion and they managed to sell if for $105 million. More details at the story on eWeek."
Terra Lycos is being named Terran Lycos, and they're trying to get the Korean word for Google changed to Protoss.
You know, it hurts. For the last week I've just been hanging out, not doing much. I feel like my mind is crying, wanting to express its feelings, yet no one is there to hear them.
I suppose there comes a time in everyone's life when they realize the extent of their worthlessness. For me, that time was not long ago. Washing over me like a wave of negativity, my apathetic existence revealing my true character. It is not the world around me that is flawed. I am what is truly meaningless.
There is a reason why I have no friends. There is a reason why my relationships never last. My emotional disconnect from the world around me drives others away. Unable to connect with me, and understand my true feelings, they come to regard me as a non-entity. And over time I come to live as a shadow, invisible to those around me, a ghost without purpose, wandering this realm scared and alone.
I remember when I was young, maybe like four, and I was masturbating in the bathroom. I was unable to achieve orgasm at the time of course but I was always interested in my sexuality. I would see girls at school and fantasize about them. There was one girl called Mindy who was very cute and we would talk and stuff. But one thing always held me back, something I did not fully understand, yet I still knew was wrong.
My circumsized penis. Even at a young age, I felt a severe sense of loss and devastation at the mutilation of my penis. My most private area forever scarred against my will. I always knew that something was wrong with my dick, and as I grew older I learned the awful truth. I have never really recovered from this. My mind still remains haunted by the remembrances of my young mind, coming to terms with the extent of the mutilation that had been done to me.
I don't feel I have ever been able to relate to others. When I meet girls, and they touch me, I always feel myself pulling away, recoiling, afraid. I think deep down, I am afraid of what further harm they may come to visit on my penis. Their supple breasts and smooth skin provide no consolation; although my mind calls out, wanting them to hold me, love me, and tell me it is ok, my body shrinks away, and I fall once again into the depths of despair and helplessness.
I really wish they would have just made me a girl. I would have been so much happier in life as a female. At the very least, I would not have this gloom enshrouding me, forever reminding me of the mutilation and desecration of my infancy. My only real joy comes from those times when I dress and act as a female. I feel so much more alive, like I am the person I was meant to be. I just wish people were more accepting of the transgendered.
I think what really bothers me the most, is my penis. Every time I see it, I am reminded of that horrific event of my youth. I can't even look at it anymore, it simply causes me too much pain.
I just want to turn this scarred genitalia into a beautiful vagina. I want to be able to masturbate without my dick getting in the way. I want to be able to walk with my head held high, not weighed down by my apprehensions and fears, and be able to live as I have always wanted.
I don't want to be afraid anymore. I don't want to feel this guilt and sorrow anymore. I just want it to end. I want to live as a girl. Just like I was meant to be.
Yes, but there's Speculation Street and then there's OMG!!!!! SPECULATION STREET!!!!!!!!
When they came for the communists, I said "He's next door. Take him away. Goddam commies."
What happened to the nice Lycos dog?
:-P
You forgot. Koreans eat dog
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