Gross

I miss everything about you.

Your smooth silver keys, the touch of your pad.

The way you click when i turn you on.
How you respond to my advances.

Your immeasurable patience with my handling.

Don't read into that too much. I have alot of pent up typing going on in my head.

This is weird. I'm only a few days into my grand fasting from the evil that is my laptop. I can't seem to keep my hands off the one computer left to all 6 of us ravenous cyber beasts.

If someone came in and told me to get off i'd growl.

I don't know what they were thinking leaving ME home alone with the last working computer.