|Robots don't do it for me. Robot maids, though.....|
I have a whole bunch of e-mail accounts.
Most of them have a 2-3 year lifespan. They are all created with an aim at a spam-free, fresh start, in which I only give my e-mail address to my close family and friends. But the accounts eventually become inundated with junk mail and I must move on to a new electronic identity, much like the Witness Protection Program.
But the thing is, I can never completely dispose of my past e-mail accounts. Not because I am sentimental or an electronic hoarder, but because I know that I will undoubtedly encounter a scenario in which I must recover a password to another website. And the only way to recover that password is to have it sent to my ancient e-mail address that I used to register way back when.
That's what I had to do a couple weeks ago, in order to obtain my password to a Paypal account that I hadn't accessed since high school.
As is often the case in this electronic equivalent to digging through storage boxes, I was immediately harassed with a little pop-up box on the bottom right-hand corner of my Yahoo! inbox.
These are always spam chat messages, and the older the e-mail account, the more pop ups I receive when I log in.
I had x'd out all but two, when I decided that I was bored and I'd actually write back.
Here's how it went:
Jennbabe3961: not the last time i checked
And that was the last I ever heard of Jennababe3961, the robot slut who denies the fact that she was both a robot and a slut. The cyborg temptress who tantalizes inboxes with promises of naughty webcam sessions and even naughtier grammatical errors. The machine who seduced me with her too-tiny, color-fading panties and stole my heart with her year-round love for Christmas and New Years. The constantly-typing bot who made me realize that there is only one thing I need more than a spam-free e-mail account: