First off if you are under 18 leave now. Cussing will ensue.
Fuck I hate computers.
I try to delete off some fucked up dialer that got installed on my machine.
Yeah fuck you. I do know better. Still doesn't make me smart enough to avoid downloading warez and testing them.
So the dialer isn't really the problem. It is my computer. It seems anytime I try to delete a shortcut from either my Internet Explorer or my Start menu it locks up that program. With IE it isn't so bad, I kill the program and I am going again.
If I delete a shortcut from the Start menu though it locks up my whole fucking system. Then it happens to be 90+ degrees in my room and making me irritable.
Oh and I have been drinking since Noon and a little tipsy to.
So I turn my machine off to "fix" it.
Then the son-of-a-bitch doesn't come back up.
Mother-fucker!!!
I am at first calm. Try the power button again. Nothing.
OK, breath deep. Turn off the switch at the power supply. Wait 30 seconds. I count. 1, 2, 3, 4, ... 26, 27, 28, 29, 30.
Still nothing.
Cock bitch whore shit down your mamma's throat!!!
(P.S. no filter on this page.)
At this point I get pissed. The chair goes flying across the room.
I crawl under my desk and try turning off the power strip. Nothing.
I punch the leg of my desk.
(Probably not a good idea since I could possibly bring it down on me.)
I pull the machine around so I can see the box. I assume it is a heat issue since I hate this valley with a passion for destroying my last machine due to heat.
I know I have to let it cool. I open up the side of the case and I feel the RAM, the hard drives, the power supply, and then I grab the heat sink on the processor. Nothing is really hot. (Or maybe I am just really drunk.)
Fuck you, you cocking-sucking bitch. I would rape you if I could.
(Now rape is never a funny subject unless you are talking about sheep or inanimate objects. I just have to clear that up.)
So I decide that I will do something else to take it off my mind.
I see a poster on my floor that had fallen down about 3 weeks ago. Perfect I will hang that while I wait for my PC to cool.
So I get the hammer and nails. Always a fun combination when you have been drinking.
So I come back with those and my chair is sitting on the poster. Queue flying chair.
I pick up the poster and it is hooked on a box holding my old wood-burning set. Queue flying wood-burner and misc. scraps of wood.
I set up the poster to hang it. Queue one nail being sunk to the head in my wall.
By this time I have destroyed my room enough that I am calming down a bit. I sink the next nail with more control and hang my poster.
Deep breath.
Hit the power on my PC.
Finally it starts.
Then I jump on here and post my story.
And have another beer. Fuck why is my chair in three pieces?
Fuck I hate computers.
I try to delete off some fucked up dialer that got installed on my machine.
Yeah fuck you. I do know better. Still doesn't make me smart enough to avoid downloading warez and testing them.
So the dialer isn't really the problem. It is my computer. It seems anytime I try to delete a shortcut from either my Internet Explorer or my Start menu it locks up that program. With IE it isn't so bad, I kill the program and I am going again.
If I delete a shortcut from the Start menu though it locks up my whole fucking system. Then it happens to be 90+ degrees in my room and making me irritable.
Oh and I have been drinking since Noon and a little tipsy to.
So I turn my machine off to "fix" it.
Then the son-of-a-bitch doesn't come back up.
Mother-fucker!!!
I am at first calm. Try the power button again. Nothing.
OK, breath deep. Turn off the switch at the power supply. Wait 30 seconds. I count. 1, 2, 3, 4, ... 26, 27, 28, 29, 30.
Still nothing.
Cock bitch whore shit down your mamma's throat!!!
(P.S. no filter on this page.)
At this point I get pissed. The chair goes flying across the room.
I crawl under my desk and try turning off the power strip. Nothing.
I punch the leg of my desk.
(Probably not a good idea since I could possibly bring it down on me.)
I pull the machine around so I can see the box. I assume it is a heat issue since I hate this valley with a passion for destroying my last machine due to heat.
I know I have to let it cool. I open up the side of the case and I feel the RAM, the hard drives, the power supply, and then I grab the heat sink on the processor. Nothing is really hot. (Or maybe I am just really drunk.)
Fuck you, you cocking-sucking bitch. I would rape you if I could.
(Now rape is never a funny subject unless you are talking about sheep or inanimate objects. I just have to clear that up.)
So I decide that I will do something else to take it off my mind.
I see a poster on my floor that had fallen down about 3 weeks ago. Perfect I will hang that while I wait for my PC to cool.
So I get the hammer and nails. Always a fun combination when you have been drinking.
So I come back with those and my chair is sitting on the poster. Queue flying chair.
I pick up the poster and it is hooked on a box holding my old wood-burning set. Queue flying wood-burner and misc. scraps of wood.
I set up the poster to hang it. Queue one nail being sunk to the head in my wall.
By this time I have destroyed my room enough that I am calming down a bit. I sink the next nail with more control and hang my poster.
Deep breath.
Hit the power on my PC.
Finally it starts.
Then I jump on here and post my story.
And have another beer. Fuck why is my chair in three pieces?