When we first met and you whispered the word "free" into my ear I fell hard. I was convinced that you cared about me. That you understood about my lack of disposable blogging income. That you were truly interested in my ability to share my intimate details with the world. That's how you sucked me in, convinced me to commit, how you lulled me into a false sense of security. And then, just like the schoolyard drug dealer, right when you knew I was hooked, really dependent, you pulled the wool from my eyes! You tell me that there are limits to our relationship. You claim that you love me, but only so much (1 gb, to be exact). You try to convince me that our relationship means something, and that if I will only give you a little something, we can carry on as though this little change of rules never occurred. Well, you know what, it worked. The crack you slipped me, with all the promises to go along with it, has taken it's hold. I can't stop. While I may like to think I can just walk away, leaving you with over a year of memories together, I can't. I will pay your little fee. I will give you what you are asking for. And then? Then I will upload all the pictures I want, and I will shove them in your smug little face!