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2004-07-21-1:46 a.m.
Alas... my computer is dieing. It's best to say upfront, to say it with honesty. I am no longer in the denial stage. My computer is dieing! I knew something was wrong when it would freeze up and I had no choice but to pull the plug. I quickly plugged my baby back into the wall though. Then the random error messages. And now... now it takes 5 extra seconds just to download porn. Ah, my computer, these unknown errors are taking you away from me. Is there computer heaven? Did you ever believe in God, computer? We've only had you for 6 years! It feels like yesterday though that we went to Best Buys and we locked eyes... sure your cousins were looking at me like I was some hoe bag, but I knew from those eyes that you were different. We packed you up in the car. It feels strange now... I bought you, who buys love? But I'd pay 10 times that amount to save your percious hard-drive! I remember the first time we made love. After our first bout, I had to spray your screen with windex. God computer, don't leave me! I'll have to go shopping for a new computer. That will be the hardest, especially if I get a new one. He will be so hard to deal with, he won't be anything like you. Computer, I love you.

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La de dah...

If my stamina is not back up to par, I'll fail my exam for green belt. It's been over a year, I should move on to another color. When your huffin and puffin, your not thinking about "did I do that stance right?" I don't give up though, even if I can't breathe. But it's important to be in tip-top-shape for the test. I could care less about muscle right now, it's O2 Consumption that's important. Balance. Balance is imporant. I've been reading too much. They say summer reading is good for the mind. But Body and Mind. A balance between ass-sitting and butt-kicking. That's the key!

Kat and I decided that we are both freaks. We are making a town called "Morons Beward." I'll be at the edge of town, with a long beard, a typewritter, and a cowboy hat. Don't forget that bottle of Wild Turkey.

If you think about the improbable too much, it becomes impossible. If you let it flow over your mind, go with it in time, then it becomes possible suddenly. But that suddenly could be a day, a week, a year, many years...

 

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