loaded god complex

Dear Amazon,
You and I used to be really close. Like this infact. You see the fingers I'm holding up? Like that, darling. I miss those days, but frankly, I think you've moved on. I think you've found another geek and you're wooing her as we speak. You used to care about my needs. You were excited when I came to visit, when I needed you and chose you over those other frilly places who tried so desperately to live up to the cool that was you. You'd send my gifts promptly and you didn't delight in giving me a heartattack every time.

I miss those days.

I appreciate you not stringing me along like you said you would, and it was lovely to find a giant box filled with two itty bitty discs [one CD and one DVD] but I think this is the end. You no longer meet my needs in the long run.

I'm sure we'll see each other around. The next time a band I love releases a single overseas and I need it, the next time I miss a toy in the actual store, the next time I want a giant box o' books and don't feel like dealing with surly employees... But for the most part, we're through. Do cry so at least one of us will.

( MyScene Went Hollywood )

Oh, and according to the personality test, which I took 3 times, I'm Chelsea-Madison-Delancey.

o_O

To do today:
Watch MS Goes Hollywood
Charge camera batteries
Change Pullips' outfits
depending on batteries, pictures whore.
Take over the world before bedtime