3 More...maybe no more...or maybe...some more...
It's coming. My emo post. My "OMG God hates me, wah wah wah" post.
Yep. Like a house full of women, I'm always on schedule!
It's like the first time, I don't know you, you don't me, but some how we both know we'll hate this.
Remember those days at summer camp? When you got paired with that ugly girl/boy and the only thing you wanted to do was die? Well I'm that ugly girl/boy.
EMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Haha.
Computers are switched over to the new hardware. So far so good. A lot of road blocks but nothing we can't fix. Everything is still...working...day 2. Wish us luck.
So I woke up early, like always, and instead of hitting my forums I decided to clear out my D:Drive (Back up Drive.) Boy was it cluttered.
Sort my files, everything I could, and erased old software/drivers for programs/hardware I no longer use.
Then I got into the history. The stories. The images. The memories. Of where I've been and how I came here.
Pictures of old computers, old room layouts, old friends, and old events. Brought a smile to my face.
Of how simple things use to be. And I'm sure in 5 or more years I'll look back and think the same thing. Of how simple things use to be.
But that's okay. I'm growing. And for once I'm happy with it. Nothing makes me sad, or angry, or any of that. Just the trials of life. The every day shit we deal with from our jobs to our biils.
But not my memories. I don't miss the past. I don't miss the people I've met. The girls I've loved. Or the life I've lived.
So...I deleted a lot of that shit yo! Of course, why do I need it? Haha. Unless an ex is going to come a knocking saying "yo, wear beez mah pikshurez" they are nothing but wasted drive space.
And then there are all these images of us. These images all bring a smile to my face. Of places we've been too, people we've seen, things we've done, and more. And all I can think of is us. How I want us to be us a bit longer. So that in 5 or more years I look back and think of how simple things use to be, and you lean over and say to me how you remember it all.
So, 3 more, or maybe no more, or maybe, some more, which it will be I'm not sure yet.
We'll see.
Yep. Like a house full of women, I'm always on schedule!
It's like the first time, I don't know you, you don't me, but some how we both know we'll hate this.
Remember those days at summer camp? When you got paired with that ugly girl/boy and the only thing you wanted to do was die? Well I'm that ugly girl/boy.
EMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Haha.
Computers are switched over to the new hardware. So far so good. A lot of road blocks but nothing we can't fix. Everything is still...working...day 2. Wish us luck.
So I woke up early, like always, and instead of hitting my forums I decided to clear out my D:Drive (Back up Drive.) Boy was it cluttered.
Sort my files, everything I could, and erased old software/drivers for programs/hardware I no longer use.
Then I got into the history. The stories. The images. The memories. Of where I've been and how I came here.
Pictures of old computers, old room layouts, old friends, and old events. Brought a smile to my face.
Of how simple things use to be. And I'm sure in 5 or more years I'll look back and think the same thing. Of how simple things use to be.
But that's okay. I'm growing. And for once I'm happy with it. Nothing makes me sad, or angry, or any of that. Just the trials of life. The every day shit we deal with from our jobs to our biils.
But not my memories. I don't miss the past. I don't miss the people I've met. The girls I've loved. Or the life I've lived.
So...I deleted a lot of that shit yo! Of course, why do I need it? Haha. Unless an ex is going to come a knocking saying "yo, wear beez mah pikshurez" they are nothing but wasted drive space.
And then there are all these images of us. These images all bring a smile to my face. Of places we've been too, people we've seen, things we've done, and more. And all I can think of is us. How I want us to be us a bit longer. So that in 5 or more years I look back and think of how simple things use to be, and you lean over and say to me how you remember it all.
So, 3 more, or maybe no more, or maybe, some more, which it will be I'm not sure yet.
We'll see.