Make me a believer, Mr. Toshiba.

Dear Mr. Toshiba:

Just because I neglected over you the holidays to spend time with my family does not mean I don't love you. And to react by breaking down and not allowing me to view my precious internet for a week and half is not the way to prove your point. Did all the times I fell asleep with you in bed as I msned mean nothing to you? What about all the times I pounded on your keyboard or changed your background? Computer... I'm starting to believe that we are in an abusive relationship... I give and I give and I give.. I ad-aware scan you, and I make sure to defragment you once in a while and I never download porn (that could contain viruses) and in return you continually turn yourself off... you cut me off and isolate me from all my msn friends. You don't allow me to communicate with the outside world. I need my celebrity gossip fix. How do you think I felt when people at work talked about Lindsay Lohan sneaking vodka into the hospital and I had nothing to say? Uncomfortable and awkward, that's how. You make unreasonable demands of me... in order to pay for your new adapter, I am going to have to give up a couple of Wendy's runs and maybe a night of debauchery. And you know how I love chili and booze. That's just not right Mr. Toshiba. Its not right. My friends are encouraging me to give up on you. But I will give you one more chance. Maybe if I believe enough in you, you will change for me.... Maybe you love and need me as much as I need you... Oh computer, I have the faith. Don't let me down... or I may have to come over to the dark side. I may have to get a Mac.

Your long-suffering and devoted companion,
E

PS - Will Blog about Holiday escapades and other crazy encounters... but not until I get my fix of the internet. (and that could be days..) Until then.. be happy with vogueing photos of A and I with the 88's.