onward whaling

i wants mah computer back!
now. nownownow.
if i weren't so disabled or deficient, i would be shouting. yes mom, better than leotarted.
stupid apple. i have to hide alls my empty containers here. new place sewn.
you must understand that you've forced me into this position. there was really no where else for me to go, with my writtle pink graph paper shirt pulling and exposing me at the middle. i have to leave now. which is good. and i'll have the new again. enough of the new to keep me busy for a while, i fucking hope, because, no matter how i try to drown the fucker, my liver's catching on and slip sliding its slimy, unstitchable self out of my way.
writing php atm and it helps to have something on which to focus my energies and idle digits.
i would undo it all, if i could.