everyone's a junkie

Crap, I've got an OLP song stuck in my head, but not an entire song. Just a piece.

I am a junkie who is only getting a partial fix. My computer, lovely machine though it is, is being a complete whore. I suspect that it's being held together by the sheer force of my will, and that will is crumbling fast with each fucking error that pops up.

So I'm on the hunt for a new computer. Once, I would have cared all about the various specifications and techno-junk I can only understand on really, really good days. Now, I just want something I can afford this century that doesn't look like I'll have to replace it in two months.

Which would be easier to find if my poor widdle baby didn't die every fifteen seconds. Last long enough for me to find you a friend!

[yes. The computer has eyes and it's totally spying on me. Like a car knows when you're going to replace it, so it strands you in the middle of nowhere just to teach you a lesson. Leave me, will you? Well, I'll leave you first!]

I think I might be a little wound up.