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I’ve got bad luck with computers. You think, that being so online and web savy that i’d be all over that shit. Well no. I’m not good with those relationships. I break them. I’m rough. I’m hard on my equipment. I’ve been through at least one computer every year since 2004 when I got my first laptop for uni….I’ll tell you about it. My first love, a silver one to take to Australia. He was 11.5″ and I called him Richard. He was sexy, soft and sleek. After a year his disk drive just would not open for me. One of the pixels in his eye lost it’s spark. We came home from down under together but shortly after our return I took him back to the shop. It was over. He was replaced with a 17″ Toshiba, big David I liked to call him. He was strong. He was great for late night movies and could bust out loud tunes that made me want to dance all night. Big David, he didn’t last. He crashed, hard. Must have been those many late nights… movies in bed, after-parties, other people playing. I knew I needed a rebound…. I went to something familiar, the sleek silver 11″ stallion. This one was German, Medion. I called him Medi. He was good to me. He was the kind of guy you could take anywhere. No baggage, he was light and made me look cute when we sat for coffee and online chatting. It ended bad. One night we had too much to drink and I spilled red wine all over Shane’s Thinkpad…and he died. I was mortified. We all were. I had no choice in my kind heart but to give her my Medi. I was sad to see him go. He was…
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