I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what makes people resort to drastic measures.
On March 2, 2003 at 4:12 pm, I disappeared.
My name is isabella v.
I’m twentysomething and I am an international fugitive.
My name is isabella v. But it isn’t.
If you know what this is, then you’ll know what to do with it.
Perhaps I’m being paranoid but I hadn’t anticipated the potential shutdown of international air traffic because of Gulf War II: The Sequel.
I’m not sure what I would do without anonymous proxies, my trusty laptop and Airsnort.