Woah. Puter just crashed. Seems to DO THAT when I want to BUY OR SELL SOMETHING. Makes me GROUCHY.
I keep adding up what it's costing me ~ maybe thinking it will STOP if I threaten it. "THAT, JUST THAT, was enough to have you replaced!!!!"
But then I wavered a little.....and thought maybe I'll wait 'til after Christmas. Big ones will be cheaper. Really cheap. And what will I do with this one; cuz that will be Four.
I've become very suspicious, about who hears who here. And everything seems to get me by the nuts and twist. Like a the top of a trashbag of wet leaves, spinning. Yo, wo, woke. Grab it and spin it, and twist it's little neck off. Then chuck it. That's how my machine thinks of me. It's sad, isn't it? Without me, it would have no.....life.
(It's not like I don't understand the sacred.)
"I'd have someone better" it says.
See what I mean?
I think I need to get a new one. This one doesn't like me. I need something.....fallow. Well; unplowed. Tilled; but nothing there yet. No seeds. So that's not fallow. Is it?
More fallopian then.
One fallopian tube, set to go.
Pretty exciting to think about, uh?
.....You guys doing anything? I think maybe I should get out of the house now. |
