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Breaking up is hard to do Location: home all day Mood: coughy Music: just can't keep on running away so it stops today  Posting on Tuesday and Thursday mornings starting this Thursday (yawn). ---------- Her: (backing away) Please don't eat that. Me: It's fine. Her: I'm begging you not to eat that. It's got to be rotten. Me: It's fine. I'll microwave it, it'll kill everything. Her: (gagging) I can't...I can't... Me: (pressing buttons) What? I'll put mustard on it. It'll be fine. Her: (exiting kitchen) I'm gonna be sick... Me: (opening microwave) It's fi..whoa. Maybe that is bad. (thinking) Nah... ----------Windows; Yes, it's true. It is Mac. Didn't mean for it to happen. Just did. Your suspicions were right, we were together those times when my brother brought her by the place. If it makes it any better, dunno why it might, it's not like I traded in for some younger model as she's older than you. Say this cause I know that her looks have made you jealous in the past and wanted to tell you that you look, honestly, as good as she does or even better now. The work that you had done late this month was really stunning. Really. But - it's not been your looks. It never really has. It's just the times you left me hanging. Waiting. Hoping that this time, this time would be different. And it just never was. Gave you everything y'asked for: RAM, done. Bigger Harddrive, there. Speedier videocard, bam. Never enough. And a relationship's not just about the parties involved, it's also what they come with, their family's. The Dells, the Toshibas, the HPs - the HPs were the worst - they were, to be polite, never what they seemed to be. We spent almost 20 years together - 20 years! Defended you when everyone was against you. But y'never did the same for me. Can't take the constant disappointments. Waited until now, after your latest operation and, like I said, you look and work amazingly. Sometimes, a relationship's too damaged to repair. too little, too late. Y'still have your admirers and your new looks. But I gotta go and do right by me. Not outta your life forever, though. Y'can't just walk away from two decades of shared memories just like that. But you're not my number one gal anyone and for that, I'm sorry. Can't spend another two decades waiting for you to get it right. Logan Music: just can't keep on running away so it stops today YASYCTAI: Back up your data - it's your digital life. (60 mins/1 pt)  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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