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Thu Jul 21, 2005 1:41 pm
Happy Lizard says...



I AM SO SMART! I AM SO SMART! S.M.R.T ... I mean, S.M.A.R.T .... *shifty eyes*
When I went onto my Dad's username (you know how when there's more than one person who uses the computer you can have a username thingie each? Yeah, that) it logged me out. When I went back onto my username, it ... DIDN'T! YAY!
So, now El is gonna go on my username, problem solved ... for us, anyway.
~~Honary 11-year old~~

Would you like some bread with your pepper?

See that freak with blood shot eyes and a mole on his eyelid over there?
He is so hot.

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Mon Jul 25, 2005 2:27 pm
janice says...



I am not being logged out at all :)

Janice
  





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Mon Aug 08, 2005 5:13 am
Snoink says...



I was logged out using the AOL browser. Actually, that's not really true since I never was allowed in. It was quite strange. Since I am not used to that browser, I don't know why it did that, but it did. Also, a while back when I was using IE, I was being logged out. Then again, both times I had a different IP address than usual. Maybe that means something?
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Mon Aug 08, 2005 5:41 am
Supermal says...



Every time I log in, and then try to go into the Literary Forums, it logs me out. I don't think it happens anywhere else though.
~Michelle~
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"The day, which was one of the first of spring, cheered even me by the loveliness of its sunshine and the balminess of the air. I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, revive within me. Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my solitude and deformity, dared to be happy."
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein