Hey, Hal,
You've been acting up lately and I believe I know why. I forgot to celebrate your 10th birthday!
When my dad first brought you home, I was but a wee tyke and you were the first laptop we had ever owned. Sitting in the kitchen, I got to see you malfunction every day. Then last year, my cheap parents bequeathed you to me! Joy of joys!
We've been through a lot together over the past year (Still sorry about the Limewire thing, btw). You proudly display my
desktop image so that I can oggle two of my favorite people every time I turn you on.
That sounded dirty, Hal. I'm sorry.
And I'm sorry about breaking your screen. My bad. I dropped the ball (and you) on that one. Trust me, it's hard on me too. I can barely see what I'm typing or the smut I'm reading.
Anyway Hal. Here's to ten more years of jut barely getting by, my friends laughing at you when they come over and restarting every 20 minutes because the monitor freezes.
Good times.