Sometimes you see comments left by "Karma". She is my
oldest and best friend on the net. She is also a tart who picked up this
poor defenseless Alabama boy, who still smelled like bubble wrap from his
new computer, when he naively wandered into a chatroom one lonely Saturday
night.
I was no match for her wily North Carolina ways or the way her nails tapped
seductively on the keys. By the next morning, she already had downloaded ICQ
into a, do I dare say, virginal, processor over my faint protestations.
It was like a drug. I had to have more and more computer time. I downloaded.
I uploaded. I cut. I pasted. And I processed till my machine no longer had
the power that I needed nor the speed I craved. Mo power. Mo speed. They
were my only desires. They were the "monkey on my back". So I upgraded and
to ease my bleary pixilated eyes, I got a 19 inch monitor.
Then...., then..., I discovered blogging. At last, Freedom to go with my
needs. Free to vent. Free to rage. Free to.....
blame Karma for starting this whole mess.
That and the coffee
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