♪ I’m intimate with your machine, I memorized what it says to me…♫
On this day, twenty something years ago, the lovely Miss sexinthelibrary was born. I hope you are buried in gifts and sexy man bits.
Some days I just want to pull on my hoodie strings so hard that it crumples around me and I collapse in on myself and wake up in a land of lint.
You told me in a letter, “Don’t get too close.” See, there’s this thing you do. You make guys fall in love with you and once you have them hooked you slit their throat. But in that very same letter, you said you didn’t want to push me away. It doesn’t take a genius to see there’s something wrong with this.You want me to go but still want me to stay.
MSN messenger is closing down on Friday. Shouldn’t somebody Make a speech or something?
It’s like when the world stopped using rotary telephones. There was no vote. They didn’t kick up a fuss. People just slowly moved on to the next big thing. The rotary telephone modestly crawled into the shadows of nostalgia. Watching, as the world, too busy for it’s laboured, mechanical clicks, became frustrated by it’s aging struggle to call to fire department before the linen closet burst into flames.
MSN. You were a good friend. You were several good friends who no longer talk to me. A comforting echo, as i screamed into the lonely void of the internet. You were a good wife. Always taken for granted, yet you remained granted. I know you’ll be up there in silicone heaven, playing checkers with ICQ and handing out boob pics and sex emoticons to anyone who requests them. You will be missed old friend. Rest in peace.