quiet, quiet, shhh baby. now SCREAM!
OK. I HAVE A LOT OF ANGER AND IT'S AT MYSELF AND EVERYONE IN THIS WORLD, BUT MOSTLY APPLE. FUCK YOU APPLE FOR SELLING ME THE WRONG THING: HOPE THAT I COULD GET WIRELESS ACCESS ON MY FREE DINOSAUR IMAC CIRCA 1998. YOU SHOULD HAVE JUST TOLD ME THAT IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE TO STEAL INTERNET FROM MY UPSTAIRS NEIGHBORS! (IT'S NOT STEALING, THEY'RE SHARING, BUT NOT WITH ME THEY'RE NOT, NO, I'M PITCHING IN, BUT I CAN'T USE IT BECAUSE I HAVE TWO USELESS FUCKING COMPUTERS BECAUSE I'M IN THE STONEAGE AND I'M POOR AND I DON'T HAVE RICH PARENTS TO BUY ME A FUCKING IMAC MINI OR WHATEVER THE FUCK THEY'RE CALLED. OH, NOW I'M USING MY ROOMMATE'S COMPUTER, BUT THEY SECRETLY HATE THAT I USE IT AND THEY HATE ME AND I HATE ME). INSTEAD, YOU SOLD ME SOME BULLSHIT FOR $129 WHICH I SHOULDN'T EVEN SPEND. AND I HAVE TO FIGURE OUT A WAY TO FITCHBURG ON SUNDAY BECAUSE NO ONE CARES NO ONE CARES NO ONE CARES! APPLE, YOU SHOULD GIVE ME A RIDE TO FITCHBURG FOR MY FUCKING GRADUATION PARTY THAT I DON'T WANT TO GO TO, AND YOU SHOULD TELL MY PARENTS I SMOKE NOW BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO, AND YOU SHOULD CUDDLE ME AT NIGHT WHEN I'M LONELY. AND KILL ALL OF THE PEOPLE I HATE OR PUT THEM IN JAIL OR SEND THEM TO GREENLAND. PLEASE, APPLE? FOR ALL THE STRESS YOU CAUSED ME TODAY, YOU OWE ME AT LEAST THAT. AND FIX MY MAKE UP. WHEN I PUT IT ON THIS MORNING IT LOOKED PERFECT, AND THEN I HAD THOSE RAGE TEARS YOU BROUGHT ON AND NOW I'M A MESS! FUCKERS!