August 16, 2011

Dear Internet at My Apartment,

I realize that I’m moving out in slightly less than a week (shit shit shit I need to pack what am I doing right now!), but it still upsets me that you are currently resisting me and faking me out every fifteen minutes or so. Because, I mean, it says that I’m connected to you (in more ways than one, you saucy minx), but you won’t load any of the pages that I open. And that makes me sad. 

So, we play this little game, where you stop working, and I close and open my laptop very quickly, and you’ll be connected and working again for about fifteen more minutes, and then you’ll deny me. Again. I’ve got internet blueballs right now and you’re not helping.

Think of all the articles I could read! Think of all the movies I could watch! THINK OF ALL THE CAT PICTURES I COULD LOOK AND GIGGLE AT. (And also hedgehog videos, I love hedgehog videos.)

Seriously, I’mma need you to start working soon, or I’m going to do a crazy lady dance. I need to waste my time.

Sincerely,

(no really, I’m asking nicely, please please PLEEEEEASE)

Heinous Bitch

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