Dear GoogleYou know, a year ago or something, I was doing weird, crazy and exotic things on youtube, like "checking my inbox" and "replying to messages" when I discovered I could no longer do that.More Like This
The 3 hours it took me to discover where the heck my inbox button was relocated brought back warm and happy memories of the good old days when good old ma "helped" clean my room by throwing away important papers and putting all the projects and homework i was working on away in hidden drawers and storerooms I didn't even know that existed.
But hey, I found the inbox again! Apparently hidden away through 3 completely inbox unrelated subfolders.
But then when I wanted to reply to a message, and hammer as I might on the reply button, nothing happened.
This was my pleasant introduction to the magical world of Google +, a....thing that apparently suddenly existed and I was somehow a proud member and participant of.
Now, I know, dear Google, you're a super mega corporation dealing with trillions of dollars,
Dead Can DanceAliyah eyed the reticulated python curled up in cage in the corner of her room nervously; nervous because this was her first attempt at snake dancing, nervous because she'd heard the stories of how bad it could go, but most of all nervous because she could have sworn the massive constrictor was eyeing her back. Its gaze sent shivers down her spine.More Like This
She'd been belly dancing for seven years now, and at the encouragement of a friend, had decided to one day try working a snake into her routine. That day had come when she'd seen this particular python for sale. The thing was practically being given away, and sure she would never see a deal like that again, Aliyah bought it without hesitation. She still remained slightly apprehensive however. The whole thing seemed just a little too good to be true. Not to mention she was alone in the studio, but that was her own doing. Though a professional belly dancer, Aliyah rem