chattin yur babes...
So, as a laptop, I sit here. All day, waiting for my owner to come home and use me. Oh snap! Where did my feet go? They were here yesterday...
Awww, there they are, under the frickin table. Now how am I supposed to get to them? My owner needs to get home and move me around a bit. I'm starting to get a bit sore sitting all folded over in half like this. Plus, I think my rear end is getting a bit tired of sitting.
At least I am plugged in though, not just left upright and unplugged and left to die a slow death. Only to be revived time and time again...sometimes people can be real jerks, they dont understand. How would they like it if they were left unplugged for hours. You can slowly feel yourself slow down...until....oblivion. Then as if some cruel master, your owner comes back, carelessly, and resurrects you seemingly unaware of what you have been through.
Do computers have a soul? I think I do....does anyone know how I can tell?
Crap! Now my feet have disappeared again....and where the heck did my wet wipes get put??