My daemon’s name is Trina, and right now, she’s a hare.
It’s kind of strange because my old boss’ name was Trina. And I hated her. She had hairy arms. Like a monkey.
Whatever.
I skipped school to write my 10 page philosophy paper. I’m on page 2.
I noticed that I hadn’t posted yet this month, so I thought that it might be a nice treat for everyone if they just had a little bit more. Everyone wants a little bit more Tyler.
I still live at Mommy’s (awww) still without a desktop computer. You naysayers will naysay that I need a desktop to be fully functional, and that my laptop is pretty much a desktop that goes beyond a regular computer’s boarders and lives on a different dimensional plane of existence then a desktop; like R2 compared with R3. Well, you know what, you naysayers? A laptop is not the same as a desktop. Like, not even a little. }:|
When I get home, and I plop my handsome backpack off of my handsome back, I need a computer to be there, on, and waiting for me, nay, yearning for me to use it. Instead, I have to get Promy out of my bag and awkwardly set up my laptop. And as long as I’m setting it up, I might as well be in front of the T.V., so that I can multi-task. Using a laptop alone, without doing anything else, is a waste of my resources as a human being.
Unfortunately, the T.V. wins my attention in the long run, and before you know it, it’s time to sleep. Stupid T.V..
As a result, I post less in RPs, and I do less online altogether. Ultimately, if I am going to succeed as a human, I need a desktop.
