so i was on geekculture.com and i foudn this poem its so true it makes me giggle
My Macintosh is not a mere machine,
it has been with me for years eighteen.
My Macintosh has grown up I know,
it is sleek any sexy and it sure does go.
My Macintosh started out, in 1984
as a cute little beige box with no access door.
Now my mac is a TiBook, fast and refined,
with its new degree from OS X U. its running almost all the time.
It has learned to run Unix, matured to not crash,
I've grown too, I've gotten a new sash.
My Macintosh sits on my lap,
like a faithful puppy dog.
running applications quickly,
unlike my old PC log.
I'll keep nurturing my Mac,
for many many more days.
Cuz unlike the souless PC,
my Mac's soul is here to stay.
hows life? you ask? well a bit shit tbh i worked flat out yesterday at work i was in the bakery, stacking shelves, working the tills etc etc etc was a manic day but anyway what got me about that shift is these pikey people whoc ame to my till, they were 2 drunk mums and 3 kids, i think equally as drunk the kids were full on fighting and the parents were just giggling and smacking them in the face to stop them. did the tesco management do anything to stop the abuse?? course not the pikeys hadnt paid for their shopping yet. bloody pikeys...bloody tesco right well thats my rant for the day enjoy the poem!