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There once was a girl named Ell
Whose school grades frustratingly fell
They took away her computer
Cause it was distracting the user
And now she feels so fucking swell.
She's an IMP
I'm Ellen. I like arty things - like music, movies, and other such medias. A very frightening and fearsome teacher once called me an imp so I just ran with it. If i could be described as anything, it would be unorthodox. I fit into nowhere and everywhere. Makes life just that little bit more interesting, don'tcha think?
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Facebook < Computer Virus
Now I remember why I was so originally against making an accout. I realised that not everyone in the world was going to view my information or photos and after being bugged into getting one by the same friend who’s urged me into getting accounts on many different sites (She’s the only reason I have a life on the net really), I gave in. I made and account.
And just how does it re-assure me that it was a wise decision? By giving me a bloomin computer virus which sends my computer into a schizophrenic fit. I’m so glad that I got facebook.
If it wasn’t for my super-skill dad, I would be curled up in a corner contemplating an existence without my beloved computer. I once shed a literal tear when I thought that my hard-drive had been wiped. My computer is my stand-in boyfriend for good reason.
I’m willing to forgive you, Facebook, eventually. But right now, you are one sick sonofabitch.
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Congratulations, Kanye West. You’ve outdone yourself.
Nothing says ‘Douchbag’ more than interrupting someone on TV, while they recieve and award and THEN, of ALL things, telling them, and the rest of the audience and viewers that they didn’t deserve it!
I hope someone somewhere is giving you a big ol’ slap.
And that slap has a name, it’s KARMA.
Oh, it’ll get you one way or another.
