I Hate! and Love! Technology
I was about to throw like a brick my phone through the window in front of me onto the Zen Barn floor below at the White Lotus Wilderness Lodge and Adult Summer Camp in the Winter BECAUSE I JUST WANT TO TRANSFER A GODDAMN!!!~!! VIDEO!!!! AND I PLUGGED THE FUCKING THING IN AND TRIED A BILLION WITH A B GODDAMN WAYS AND I CAN'T DO THAT SIMPLE MOTHER FUCKING TASK.
Move a video from my phone to my computer. Oughta be real! easy! BY GODDAMN NOW! And I am pretty slick with computers. Slicker than any non-professional, but not as slick as a professional amateur. So this is not above my pay grade BUT GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING COCKCINGALOSDFK;AQHF;AKLSFJHKLFJKL;ASWDL:D Q~!~Q!~Q!@E!W@Q~!!
Okay. I am calm I was just reminding you how I felt a little bit ago AFTER AN alright I am fine AFTER AN HOUR!!!!!!!
Okay. Really. I'm fine.
INTERMISSION
Whew. I am getting my campaign going and I need all this 21st century stuff to work. NOW! And it's a slog. To get. It. All. Working at once, together. All these accounts, signed in. Linked. Massaged. Passwords for everything. Cords and chargers and and and and and AND! I have at the moment lousy internet.
Why the fuck ever can't a nigga get a goddamn computer to work!!!!!!!
Yeah I said nigga. Deal with it. You can call me Jewey. Even though I am not one. Both the root words are on "The New George Carlin "Seven Words You Can Never Say on Television," so it's allowed.
Plus if it didn't make me sound cool I wouldn't say it. So it's a compliment.
"Don't be so easy on yourself. 'Cause this one might be all that you have left. Rearrange the voices in your head and remember what they said. Don't be so easy on yourself."
I AM TALKING TO BOYS AGAIN. Damnit. Sorry, spitfire. It's a bad habit.
A spitfire is a hot girl with grit.
My kinda girl.
So, spitfires, I am frustrated by the slowness of getting everything done so that droves of you, like this...
Almost ready.
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