02 August 2004

M$ blues

I wake up in a bad mood.
Go downstairs.
Sit in front of the monitor.

Screaming at Windows, drinking coffee from a stolen starbucks mug thinking about how we're all just acolytes of the Microsoft paradigm, jumping through flaming hoops and bending over backwards and praying, please, just work, okay? I promise, I'll update all your drivers later, really, and I'll defrag yr hard-drive, just let me online so I can dwell, may my connection be true, let the servers of the world welcome me with open arms. No freezing, No crashing, No fucked up USB upstream/downstream trojan M$ bullshit. Please. Pretty please. Don't fuck with me.

I'm begging you. I'm on the edge
and I don't want to fall off.