I met her 3 years ago. Julietta. I had this awesome connection with her, and it wasn’t the same connecting I had with my ‘best friend’ a few years ago. That friendship ended in sadness when my "friend" said that labeling her as a friend was ruining her chances of ever actually having friends. Julietta and I had a two way friendship connection.
Score 1 for geeks everywhere.
Now, she’s dead.
I may have shed a few tears.
Dog tried cheering me up by dragging rabbit feces through the house that may or may not have had deadly diseases. (I love that dog.)
I was so distressed that I forget to wash my hair so it’s greasy.
I sat down on the sidewalk crying, makeup running down my eyes to my cheeks and my hair a greasy mess.
Somebody asked if I was Ke$ha.
Things just haven’t been going well.
I was just searching the web for pictures of Bob Saget when she just died.
It wasn’t my fault. Her screen just transformed into a random swirl of colors and blurs. I unplugged her charger from the wall outlet and promised that I would find some way to revive her.
I imagined Geek Squad would pull her apart on a table and say, “We can rebuild her. We have the technology and all that money we scammed out of those computer buffoons.”
Those geeks suck because she’s dead. They are computer geeks, but they let my computer down. Do you see Star Wars geeks speaking Klingon? Do you see Apple geeks peeing on iPods and buying Zunes? No, you don’t because you are never supposed to fail at what geekery you specify in, ESPECIALLY if you chose a career in your geek field.
Why computer geeks? Why?
I planned a laptop funeral and said good-bye to all my files and embarrassing photos.
I’m just going to keep her damaged screen and busted body in the other room for now…
Maybe someday she can be fixed.