I hate PCs. I hate PCs. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them.
I hate everything.
I was on the last sentence of my psychology discussion response. It was long. And very well written. My sweet sweet macbook is tucked away somewhere in the black hole that our new home currently is. I am forced to use this awful creation of a PC.
PCs have ridiculously sensitive mouse pads, that if hardly touched, everything on the screen gets clicked simultaneously. (this is my experience with all PCs, not just my husband's.)
As I said, I was on the last sentence. My palm GRAZED the mousepad. Somehow it clicked refresh on the webpage.
cool.
An hour of typing, down the drain.
My sister-in-law came and took her baby. I was holding her in my lap as I was typing. (She didn't push any buttons. It was my palm. I hate myself.)
I was so upset I got a baby taken away from me.
I need some candy.
I hate PCs.
Friday, September 7, 2012
the end of the world as I know it.

-
Allie Cox
- I tend to live by this motto -
"Speak what you feel, not what you ought to say."
- W. Shakespeare
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