Thorn in my Hoof
I no longer like my computer, I am tempted to sell it and start on a new one. This box that I got has been nothing but trouble, I’m beginning to adopt Pinky’s theory that all electronics are haunted. I don’t know what the hell is this things problem, a faulty power supply? A CPU that jus doesn’t have the cache to push on? I don’t know and I don’t care, this thing is goin on craigslist as soon as possible, right on time for X-Mas so I can milk all the money out of some new kid on the block lookin for a suitable specimen to play his games on. Whatever, I don’t need all this power, all these lil LED’s, there bliding anyway. My anger comes from an event that took place only a handful of minutes ago when I was workin on a project on womens’ rights, ya know, getting in touch with my feminine side when *BLINK* The sonofabitch shuts off. Notta reboot, ohhhh no, that would be too predictable, instead the thing blatently spreads both cheeks and pinches my face with em. So what the hell am I supposed to do about it? I can only press the damn power button sixy jergin times! So how bout I flip the actual power supply switch off and than back on? Hmmm? Well that did the trick and I was back online thank god for that stupid bastard of a paper clip for saving my work without me control essing him. 10 minutes later, before I could put a period to my sentence, *BLINK*…
Well I got a
haircut today, I think it looks stupid and short, like the guy from that show. I don’t know why im sucha hoe when it comes to my hair and I don’t know why my mom gives a goose aboot it. It was jus startin to grow on me again ( bow to my pun ) and than I gotta go and get it all cut up. Good thing I grow lika damn chia pet.
Oh and also, christmas is here, and it got sap all over my hands! Thats right ya little jerks, I got my very own Christmas tree. Ya see, for years my mom has been goin to the same lot right nexta Ross and Rite Aid n stuff, and every year the same pack of Tongans/Samoan gentlemen run it and think my mom is where it’s at. Now I’m never with her when she does this, but myth has it that she works the charm on these pacific islanders and slips a fat twenty in their sarongs or what not and with one swift contraction of their massive forearms and calfs we gotta tree in our minivan. And that kiddies is how momma claus brings Saint Nick christmas!
Aside from a tree my momma bought me 3 days worth of food, and wow I do enjoy my bite sized miniwheat. I also do enjoy this very much:
The problem with you romputer is IT’S NOT A MAC!!!