thick and juicy (although i cant afford red meat)

well here i am again, in my lab chair, another day, and today the computer has some sort of drag to it, so that when i type to fast for this piece of fuck shit, it just cant keep up. You know when you want to delete something and its going slow so you attack the delete button like the trigger of a maching gun, only to over slame it 20 too many times, and delete most of what you had written. yeah its one of those days. what a piece of garbage.
Not unlike the computer i have at home, she finally bit the dust a few nights back. I've had a real bad virus on there for sometime, and being a cheap ass i neglected to update my norton anti-bullshit sometime back, and last i checked there were 45 unwanted yata-ya's on my computer. (so this pop-up message continually reminded me, which i contiually downsized, and we would dance that dance every 30 seconds or so that i was on my computer). But now i cant even play that game any more with that ol' sticker covered vaccum child, the virus('s) got her bad. here's how it happened.
so when i tried to use my computer a few nights back, i realized that the "left clicker" of the multiple mouses built into my computer failed to work. They simply did not do anything when held over an icon and triggered. Same clicking noise but nothing happened. I of course tried the time tested dummies method for fixing something broken, turning the computer on and off again hopeing for a new result. but not this time. it was fucked. I then tried navagating the machine utalizing only the right clicker, but that came with a entirely new and fucked up set of problems, and it was ultimatly an impossible task.
so i closed my lab top for what will be, for all intents and purposes, its last time.
it still bears the climbing stickers i adorned it with years back, when i thought that was cool.
when i thought i was a climber
it somehow retains the repair sticker that marks my last name in someone elses script, a token note from its repair in St Louis.
its cigarette wounds from the coop, and broken "t" key are things i no longer half to deal with.
that computer had been with me for five years now. it passed that time with me.

so here i am now, at the helm of another dying machine, typing my delayed words, trying to recreate memories.