It finally happened. My good ol' iBook of seven years has had it. I've tried everything (apart from completly wiping out the hard drive). In this time of moarning I try to remember the good times we had together... the hours we spent together wasting time on the internet, the ebay auctions we won, the music we listened to, the love letters we wrote, the hate mail we wrote, the web sites we built, the porn... ect.
I'll need a new computer soon. Last night I almost came to school at 11pm to cruise the vortex. It's an addiction.
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Ironically enough, my brothers powerbook broke yesterday. And by 'broke' I mean it 'fell' off his car. I hope my little iBook never dies. I love it too much.
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