Staring at the 'fill in the blanks' title space while switching through multiple 'what the hell is going on' tabs and listening to some 'heartbreaking please leave me' songs, I've decided to go on with the justified title above after much debate, or might I say complications.
My computer is going through it's major PMS mode. Don't get me wrong, my computer doesn't have physical qualities of that to a woman (if it did, I would be stuck 24/7) but it's becoming more crazier by the minute. Yes minute, not day. That's my interpretation of a woman's monthly ordeal.
So I figure, if my computer is starting to work like a woman (and no, not any normal Jane you see walking down the road, I'm talking high class 'get me my Prada' kind of woman) I would really need to service her. No offence ladies, when that Credit card advertisement came out with the tag line "the men just don't get it" or something like that, yes, we man don't understand you woman. Not that we try not to, but it's worst than figuring out Visual Basic codes. So for those who don't know the program, just think Circuit boards you see when someone smashes open an MP3. Okay maybe you don't know that, what about learning Dialect? Complicated? Ah, that's how close you are to understanding woman. Or someone of the different sex.
It's a freaking 'day to party you ass' Saturday. If I never end abusing my social life, I think I'm going to grow old with cats around me. (I stole that line, or part of that line, from an old script) It's time to slack. It's time to go back to 'Hey Hafez, I see you every freaking day balls' days. Damn, have I changed a lot. No, I'm not talking as in appearance wise, I'm talking about this 'let's make a difference' attitude I have in me. So I used to be the guy who didn't have a single commitment in life and the guy who hated school so much let alone come for classes after school, but it seems to me that I'm using this opportunity to hide something. I still don't know what it is. Why am I doing this? God knows. Let's us someone. Where do I start?
I'm off...
.: ConFeSSioN oF a LoSt BoY :.
