Bettina is dead.
My work buddy/computer.
After a short illness she was gone, taking all my music and pictures with her like secrets to the grave.
When I came in this morning, she's been replaced by a sleek black flatscreen, which runs better and faster and clears up all kinds of desk space. Naturally Boris (the heartbroken printer) and I hate her and will for at least the rest of the day. (Then I'll love her and she'll tell me her name.)
Bettina, when our love was new.
My work buddy/computer.
After a short illness she was gone, taking all my music and pictures with her like secrets to the grave.
When I came in this morning, she's been replaced by a sleek black flatscreen, which runs better and faster and clears up all kinds of desk space. Naturally Boris (the heartbroken printer) and I hate her and will for at least the rest of the day. (Then I'll love her and she'll tell me her name.)
Bettina, when our love was new.
Please, send a kind word to Boris, and music and pictures to me. I feel naked with a music library of like 7 songs.
4 Comments:
I don't have music for you, but you ARE pretty. Really. And I'm not just saying that.
And I LOVE that picture of Bettina.
Can you name MY computer? It's a dell. It's black. The screen is also black, and it's flat.
Oh, and my phone, too? It's a new pink RAZR.
Thanks. Maybe I distracted you from having no music for 5.6 seconds...
Dirka dirka dirka bork bork bork.
I so totally posted that postcard on the wrong blog.
aww my condolences...*big bear hugs*
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