my mac has died. yet again, technology fails me. macs are the tardiest peices of electric shit on this planet, im sure. theyre the love child of a down syndrome victim and a defect toaster, resulting in the wonderfully over rated macbook. well apple. my mac has been jilted; thrown down, kicked under my bed with a plethera of food reminants and worn socks and never to see daylight again. so how d'you like them apples. THEN, my ipod busted. officially disowned it, i treated that thing like a child, nutured it and loved it and gave it all my time and affection. took it to the fucking dunce in Curry's, he was a prick, i was about to give him the peoples elbow but i got distracted by the bit of crusty butt nugget stuck in his tash. AND my phone has stopped working...yeah.. i know right, you feel my pain? i also just smoked a rollie made from baccy thats 5 months old and has been sitting on the windowsill in the kitchen getting minging. i love life. i want the weekend to roll round, hard and fast. but, its only monday and i have afew more days of misery and angst untill its all gravy once more.
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