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Exactly

I just noticed that there are exactly 666 emails in my Hotmail inbox.
Am I superstitious?
I've been reading vampire novels lately. Should I read anything into this?
I thought about deleting one, but a new piece of junk mail will just pop into its place. Hopefully two pieces. So it'll quickly be much more than 666.

What I should really do is clean out my inbox. I know. But it's so hard for me to part with that 42'' Plasma TV offer confirmation email. Or the Lion Brand Yarn Catalog Preview. I'm sure you can feel my pain.

Am I flirting with Satan?

Welcome to the Internet. Lucifer's Lair.

Comments

Brianne said…
Creepy! Hotmail needs to get with the times and have a filter for spam emails. You still get them but they'd be in a separate folder and you can just bulk-delete them.

Stay on the safe side - I'd delete around 10. :)

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