as i write this, i'm squinting through the fine cracks on my laptop screen... that's right -- cracks... as in broken, shattered, disfigured from its original state... how could this have happened you might ask? well, in many ways your guess is as good as mine... apparently my strategic resting places for the inch thick contraption weren't so safe after all... i haven't even flipped its lid since the weekend, but was shocked to find it looking less than this afternoon...
my tears welled up at the reality... a part of me felt like i was crying over spilt milk -- material things can be so easily (albeit, expensively) replaced... luckily the worst of it is really just a dark pink line running lengthwise down the middle of the monitor, with an inch long black blob reminiscent of an ink mishap near the bottom of the screen... i'll wait and see how long i can stand it for -- perhaps i'll just get used to shabby-chic technology...
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the saying may go that "actions speak louder than words," but in my opinion words actually shout decibels above any move one could make... so expressive, interpretive and intense... all you need to find is a method to your madness to avoid rambling nonsense...
