Computer thievery 101.
People drive like idiots. I don't know why I'm surprised since most people go around living life with their heads stuck up their ... Hum. Okay. I'm done.
Okay. Computer. There was a time, not so terribly long ago it seems, when I had computers. Several. On every table, on every desk, in every room. Everywhere you'd turn would be another computer or piece of one or some sort of computer-y equipment. Apparently, them days is gone. Now I've got zip. But I am not so easily deterred. I will overcome. I just need to steal some stuff and I'll be good. (Kidding. Sort of.)
Right now I've got me a mouse mat. It's a little ratty, but I've got one. It's mine. I own it. I've also got a keyboard and a mouse but technically they belong to Ken. Buuut with that possession is 99% of the law-thing, (We all KNOW that's gotta' be baloney.) I consider them mine. Until he reads this anyway. Sooo ... all I need right now to get a computer up and running is ... well ... a computer. And a monitor. That's it. I can feel everything coming together. My life is life this. Have a need, and things just fall into place. (Not really.)
It's Thursday which means the weekend is fast approaching and I'm already screwing things up schedule-wise. (Whoever is surprised, raise your hand.) I had Friday and Saturday neatly planned out. Then Friday got moved to Saturday which means that Saturday gets shot all to heck and can't be rescheduled for another day and Saturday morning is, as of now, still up in the air. If I have to be available early, early Saturday morning it will alter what I can do Friday night. If anything. (Cue ominous music 'cause I see disaster coming.)
BTW: I want a big hard drive and lots of memory. I won't get them, but I want them.
We'll see.
...
I know that it's 9/11 and that I probably should be saying something deep and introspective about life and the meaning of all that goes on in this world around us. What would I say? I remember. I remember the reason the world has become so insane, that food and gas prices are through the roof. I remember why so many have left, gone and died far, far from home. I haven't forgotten that morning and what it felt like watching as the world as I knew it came to an end. How could I forget? How could anyone? Which is actually a very good question - How is it that so many seem to have forgotten so completely?
...
It's getting terribly late and I really, really shouldn't be here. I don't wanna' be here. Yet here I am. Story of my life.
Okay. Computer. There was a time, not so terribly long ago it seems, when I had computers. Several. On every table, on every desk, in every room. Everywhere you'd turn would be another computer or piece of one or some sort of computer-y equipment. Apparently, them days is gone. Now I've got zip. But I am not so easily deterred. I will overcome. I just need to steal some stuff and I'll be good. (Kidding. Sort of.)
Right now I've got me a mouse mat. It's a little ratty, but I've got one. It's mine. I own it. I've also got a keyboard and a mouse but technically they belong to Ken. Buuut with that possession is 99% of the law-thing, (We all KNOW that's gotta' be baloney.) I consider them mine. Until he reads this anyway. Sooo ... all I need right now to get a computer up and running is ... well ... a computer. And a monitor. That's it. I can feel everything coming together. My life is life this. Have a need, and things just fall into place. (Not really.)
It's Thursday which means the weekend is fast approaching and I'm already screwing things up schedule-wise. (Whoever is surprised, raise your hand.) I had Friday and Saturday neatly planned out. Then Friday got moved to Saturday which means that Saturday gets shot all to heck and can't be rescheduled for another day and Saturday morning is, as of now, still up in the air. If I have to be available early, early Saturday morning it will alter what I can do Friday night. If anything. (Cue ominous music 'cause I see disaster coming.)
BTW: I want a big hard drive and lots of memory. I won't get them, but I want them.
We'll see.
...
I know that it's 9/11 and that I probably should be saying something deep and introspective about life and the meaning of all that goes on in this world around us. What would I say? I remember. I remember the reason the world has become so insane, that food and gas prices are through the roof. I remember why so many have left, gone and died far, far from home. I haven't forgotten that morning and what it felt like watching as the world as I knew it came to an end. How could I forget? How could anyone? Which is actually a very good question - How is it that so many seem to have forgotten so completely?
...
It's getting terribly late and I really, really shouldn't be here. I don't wanna' be here. Yet here I am. Story of my life.
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