Three years ago, I quit a sh*tty job, a sh*tty job where the only perks of employment were the 40 hours a week that I was free to surf the net. The last day of my enslavement to that crabby position, I turned off my computer and walked away from Epinions.com. Something inside me died that day.

I thought I was fine. Until I developed the itch. After a long battle with penicilin dosages, the itch went away, but the yearning that went hand-in-hand with the itch remained.

As I sat at my fancy desk, surrounded by hi-tech video editing equipment I got the lust, the wanderlust, the sweet, sweet Epinions.com temptation that is fueled deep inside my groin. And I caved. "Only a minute." I told myself, as I typed in the address to the path of temptation, or Epinions.com as you all know it as. "Heck, the site probably isn't even around anymore, what with all the as $ inine changes they had been making when you left. And even so, the people who made the site so fun have probably moved on, found another niche in the great world wide web and have long forgotten the feeling you get when you see the VH's building and comments flooding in.

Only a minute turned into an hour of rummaging around the site like a blue haired b*tch at a yard sale looking for a piece of treasure. And it was found. I started recognizing names, I found the few writers whose names still ran through my head like I'd known them all my life. I knew peace for the first time in three years.

And I read. I had opened pandora's box and it was good.

I don't know if it was the left out pepperoni pizza I had for breakfast, or the herion I shot up for lunch, but something inside me felt weird. Before I knew what I had done, I could see my mouse lead the arrow to "Join Epinions." My possessed fingers typed in my new name, and through tunnel vision I recall the confirmation email. I WAS BACK! I had fallen to temptation and I liked it.

It's good to be home.

~VideoPrincess (formerly Jsallen)