Diary of a Mad Hacker: An Introduction
Monday, April 12, 1993
Dear Diary,
I don’t have many friends… In fact, I don’t have any friends…
I don’t mind this to much because all I need is a computer and a stable internet connection. My computer is always there for me, it never lets me down. I love the thrill of sitting at my computer in the middle of the night and hacking away until the break of dawn when school is only a few hours away. You see, I hate my life, I hate my appearance and most importantly I hate myself. For me to escape this dull, dismal reality I use my computer to enter an alternative reality. A reality where I’m not known as a retarded, greasy, ugly bastard. A place where it doesn’t matter what you look like or how bad your skin is all that matters is how serious and passionate you are about computers and technology. This is my place. This is my home. This is my world…
In my world I’m known as “Psyc0t1c W33d” (Psychotic Weed) people call me PW for short. I chose that name because I thought it looked cool. No other reason. People believe that the reason why people become obsessed with computers is because they can’t “get any”. They believe that a computer is a way to escape the fact that you can’t get any sexual pleasure from anyone or anything. I disagree. I’m almost 17 and my hormones are all over the place and there is no chance in Hell that I’m going to get a girlfriend. I have tried a variety of masturbation techniques and watched shit loads of pornographic videos but they don’t satisfy me or even turn me on. So what does turn me on? Yep, you guest it. Computers.
Two nights ago, I was very Horney partly because I had just been dropped of at “PC World” and I was looking around the shop, when a member of staff came up to me. He must have been just a few years older than me; he was hunched over when he said “Can I help you, young man?” I asked him to show me the new processor chip which had just come available on the commercial market. He kindly agreed and took me to the ware house. He gently lay the chip flat across the palm of his hand and put it close to my face. I stared at the chip for a few seconds, and then it happened. My penis suddenly became erect and my breathing became a lot heavier the blood started to boil all around my body and I found myself wondering about and switching feet, I just couldn’t relax.
Finally when I got home I managed to calm myself down. I was going to make a diary entry on this single event but I couldn’t even think about it without getting an erection.
Anyway, it’s getting late and I’m starting to go off track, I’m sorry Diary, it’s just that I’m feeling all these new feelings… I’m starting to look at my computer differently. Do you think it would be possible for me to stick my penis into the floppy drive? You think my computer will like that?
I’ll make another diary entrance tomorrow about my discoveries…
Good Night,
Psych01c W33d
http://www.invisibleghosts.net
Monday, April 12, 1993
Dear Diary,
I don’t have many friends… In fact, I don’t have any friends…
I don’t mind this to much because all I need is a computer and a stable internet connection. My computer is always there for me, it never lets me down. I love the thrill of sitting at my computer in the middle of the night and hacking away until the break of dawn when school is only a few hours away. You see, I hate my life, I hate my appearance and most importantly I hate myself. For me to escape this dull, dismal reality I use my computer to enter an alternative reality. A reality where I’m not known as a retarded, greasy, ugly bastard. A place where it doesn’t matter what you look like or how bad your skin is all that matters is how serious and passionate you are about computers and technology. This is my place. This is my home. This is my world…
In my world I’m known as “Psyc0t1c W33d” (Psychotic Weed) people call me PW for short. I chose that name because I thought it looked cool. No other reason. People believe that the reason why people become obsessed with computers is because they can’t “get any”. They believe that a computer is a way to escape the fact that you can’t get any sexual pleasure from anyone or anything. I disagree. I’m almost 17 and my hormones are all over the place and there is no chance in Hell that I’m going to get a girlfriend. I have tried a variety of masturbation techniques and watched shit loads of pornographic videos but they don’t satisfy me or even turn me on. So what does turn me on? Yep, you guest it. Computers.
Two nights ago, I was very Horney partly because I had just been dropped of at “PC World” and I was looking around the shop, when a member of staff came up to me. He must have been just a few years older than me; he was hunched over when he said “Can I help you, young man?” I asked him to show me the new processor chip which had just come available on the commercial market. He kindly agreed and took me to the ware house. He gently lay the chip flat across the palm of his hand and put it close to my face. I stared at the chip for a few seconds, and then it happened. My penis suddenly became erect and my breathing became a lot heavier the blood started to boil all around my body and I found myself wondering about and switching feet, I just couldn’t relax.
Finally when I got home I managed to calm myself down. I was going to make a diary entry on this single event but I couldn’t even think about it without getting an erection.
Anyway, it’s getting late and I’m starting to go off track, I’m sorry Diary, it’s just that I’m feeling all these new feelings… I’m starting to look at my computer differently. Do you think it would be possible for me to stick my penis into the floppy drive? You think my computer will like that?
I’ll make another diary entrance tomorrow about my discoveries…
Good Night,
Psych01c W33d
http://www.invisibleghosts.net
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