I’ve just spent most of today staring deep into the soul of my new laptop that I cried for these past few months. Something about watching movies and TV shows in bed just called out to me.
Okay, the real story is that I wanted it so I could write in whichever room I pleased.
Okay, the honest to goddess earth truth is I wanted it for my blog. To organise things into pretty folders and mess up my whole desktop as I chose.
I tell dudeface that this is his too and when he disagrees, I tell him to send it back. We’ve had these heart to hearts even before this being physically entered our lives so you know, we’re the master debaters.
Dear friends of my mother,
Please think of me as my own person and not as my mother’s daughter. She wouldn’t want my bad puns on her hands.
PS: I’m going to get back to normality (riiiiiight) tomorrow as soon as I move all my photos etc and instal my whatchamacalits.
See ya. Happy festival season.