God must love me, cause this could've been bad
The Lady laptop wouldn't turn on. or turn off. just sat there, with the blue screen of death. it taunted me. it said, ha ha ha. something is wrong, deadly wrong...and there is nothing you can do. you will lose your pictures. you will lose those poem (the ones you think actually mean something) and you can't do anything about it.
So my father played russian roullete with my pictures (my 2000 pictures) and my poems and he won. or the devil lost. and they have been saved. and now I have windows 7, which isn't half bad.
but i still have my poems.
i think i may have cried if I had lost them all.
So my father played russian roullete with my pictures (my 2000 pictures) and my poems and he won. or the devil lost. and they have been saved. and now I have windows 7, which isn't half bad.
but i still have my poems.
i think i may have cried if I had lost them all.