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I have become something of a slut for Logitech products.
These things never happen on purpose, of course. You're down on your luck, using a corded mouse and a bulky keyboard that takes up way too much space. Sure, it gets the job done, but where's the passion? Where's the love?
Desperate for change, you fall on your knees and wrap your lips around the first illuminated, ultra-thin keyboard you find. It's good. Great, maybe. You've been using that old, faded piece of junk for so long that you can't tell any more. Well, you've had a taste of it now. Next, you covet a wireless mouse with a dynamic scrolling wheel, and that's when you find yourself over the deep end, slutting it up with some new, random piece of sleek technology you didn't even know you wanted.
"It's alright, baby," it assures you, "I'm fingerprint resistant."
The next thing you know, you sign up for Amazon Prime, and then your mailbox is like a bordello, funneling the latest and greatest in and out night and day.
You're exhausted. What has your life become? You take a good, long look in the mirror and vow to yourself, never again! The other tricks take it hard and push you around, but you keep on walking and never look back. Things go great for a couple of months. You get a real job. Your dad starts talking to you again.
And then one morning you wake up with this:
What have I done? What have I done?!
These things never happen on purpose, of course. You're down on your luck, using a corded mouse and a bulky keyboard that takes up way too much space. Sure, it gets the job done, but where's the passion? Where's the love?
Desperate for change, you fall on your knees and wrap your lips around the first illuminated, ultra-thin keyboard you find. It's good. Great, maybe. You've been using that old, faded piece of junk for so long that you can't tell any more. Well, you've had a taste of it now. Next, you covet a wireless mouse with a dynamic scrolling wheel, and that's when you find yourself over the deep end, slutting it up with some new, random piece of sleek technology you didn't even know you wanted.
"It's alright, baby," it assures you, "I'm fingerprint resistant."
The next thing you know, you sign up for Amazon Prime, and then your mailbox is like a bordello, funneling the latest and greatest in and out night and day.
You're exhausted. What has your life become? You take a good, long look in the mirror and vow to yourself, never again! The other tricks take it hard and push you around, but you keep on walking and never look back. Things go great for a couple of months. You get a real job. Your dad starts talking to you again.
And then one morning you wake up with this:
What have I done? What have I done?!