Optimus Celebrity?
category: general [glöplog]
I feel your sufering midiclub. I dream about Sabrina all the time and it hurts. It hurts because when I dream we are together in love, my life is complete and we are both happy. But then I wake up and she is gone and its like she has died or left me.
Its true that I sometimes cry and I'm not ashamed to say it. I long to hold her once again and to feel her soothing lips caressing mine. I can't even look at another girl the same way.
I'm sorry this is really difficult to type. I need a minute to myself.
Its true that I sometimes cry and I'm not ashamed to say it. I long to hold her once again and to feel her soothing lips caressing mine. I can't even look at another girl the same way.
I'm sorry this is really difficult to type. I need a minute to myself.
God she is the sexiest girl alive! I have this poster on my wall and I have stickers everywhere and the windows theme and screensaver so it feels like she is with me all the time.
Can you be sure she's really alive?
Ultimate Gas is obsessed with Sabrina and its true what he said about the posters and stuff.
We saw a girl on the bus one day who looked like her and when we got to town he followed her for almost an hour. He thought it was really her but it wasn't. I offered to ask her out for him but he went all shy and chickened out.
We saw a girl on the bus one day who looked like her and when we got to town he followed her for almost an hour. He thought it was really her but it wasn't. I offered to ask her out for him but he went all shy and chickened out.
I was working on my pc as usual, when I noticed it. So I stopped for a minute and listened carefully. It was not the first time that it got my attention, it's just that this time it seemed louder, stronger. It was the cpu fan.
"Nah..." I said, and proceeded to download the next porn pic through my trusty 56k modem. But there it was again. I could hear it loud and clear. It was surely destracting me. A crazy force began driving myself. I left my erect penis for a moment and grabbed the screwdriver. Powered down the machine, removed the plug and turned the case wide open. There, between the dusty ide cables was the reason for my upsetting. The root of my torment. The cause of my devastation.
Without a single thought, I removed the fan power supply, and with fast yet careful moves, I used the screwdriver to free the fan and heatsink from the socket. The large sink with the equaly fat fan was in my hand. Powerless and vulnerable. I tossed it over my office without even taking the white thermal paste off the heatsink. Fast like a ninja, I dove inside my hardware-filled drawer, looking for that boxed intel fan I kept around for just in case. There it was! Ready for action! And beside it, my trusty old thermal paste dispenser full of white hell-fighting juice. A piece of toilet paper and a straw were the rest of my weapons. I cleaned the heatsink head using the paper, swiping it hard with moves in one direction. Then I did the same thing with the heat shield of my cpu. Put on the thermal paste on the shield and finally spread it across the die with the smooth surface of the straw. I was almost done.
The cpu locked into the socket like a breeze, so I proceeded to attach my new (and silent) intel heatsink/fan. With a flat screwdriver. I was pushing the metal so that it locked into the plastic handle on the edge of the socket. It would not lock. I pushed some more. Nothing. Dark clouds of fear began surrounding myself. I remembered that old time. That time I always wanted to forget. That time that I had broken the plastic handle. No. I could not possibly handle this once more. I would not. Having to buy a brand new motherboard just because I broke the socket plastic handle is an experience I could never again have in my lifetime. I began to sweat. I started to tremble.
Then I remembered the fan. Its swizzing sound penetrating my mind like an alarm siren. It haunted me still. So, there I was. Facing a standstill. I had to make a choice. And I had to make it fast. I once more grabbed the screwdriver, my wits and all the determination I could find. And I pushed. Real hard yet with steady moves. And like that, it locked.
After making sure that the sink was in the best contact with the cpu possible, I plugged in and powered on the pc. It beeped happily. And guess what. It was silent. It still had 5 large fans rotating inside, but it was _silent_. The smile of recent ejaculation was drawn over my face and I logged in. The pc was infact silent. But was it also stable? Fired up the seti@home client and started kde. Everything worked like a charm. Got mail(tm), started my xchat and my licq. No problems whatsoever. I started leeching the remaining porn pics. Opera was obeying my requests with determination. I was saved. I grabbed my john again and went on with my business.
"Nah..." I said, and proceeded to download the next porn pic through my trusty 56k modem. But there it was again. I could hear it loud and clear. It was surely destracting me. A crazy force began driving myself. I left my erect penis for a moment and grabbed the screwdriver. Powered down the machine, removed the plug and turned the case wide open. There, between the dusty ide cables was the reason for my upsetting. The root of my torment. The cause of my devastation.
Without a single thought, I removed the fan power supply, and with fast yet careful moves, I used the screwdriver to free the fan and heatsink from the socket. The large sink with the equaly fat fan was in my hand. Powerless and vulnerable. I tossed it over my office without even taking the white thermal paste off the heatsink. Fast like a ninja, I dove inside my hardware-filled drawer, looking for that boxed intel fan I kept around for just in case. There it was! Ready for action! And beside it, my trusty old thermal paste dispenser full of white hell-fighting juice. A piece of toilet paper and a straw were the rest of my weapons. I cleaned the heatsink head using the paper, swiping it hard with moves in one direction. Then I did the same thing with the heat shield of my cpu. Put on the thermal paste on the shield and finally spread it across the die with the smooth surface of the straw. I was almost done.
The cpu locked into the socket like a breeze, so I proceeded to attach my new (and silent) intel heatsink/fan. With a flat screwdriver. I was pushing the metal so that it locked into the plastic handle on the edge of the socket. It would not lock. I pushed some more. Nothing. Dark clouds of fear began surrounding myself. I remembered that old time. That time I always wanted to forget. That time that I had broken the plastic handle. No. I could not possibly handle this once more. I would not. Having to buy a brand new motherboard just because I broke the socket plastic handle is an experience I could never again have in my lifetime. I began to sweat. I started to tremble.
Then I remembered the fan. Its swizzing sound penetrating my mind like an alarm siren. It haunted me still. So, there I was. Facing a standstill. I had to make a choice. And I had to make it fast. I once more grabbed the screwdriver, my wits and all the determination I could find. And I pushed. Real hard yet with steady moves. And like that, it locked.
After making sure that the sink was in the best contact with the cpu possible, I plugged in and powered on the pc. It beeped happily. And guess what. It was silent. It still had 5 large fans rotating inside, but it was _silent_. The smile of recent ejaculation was drawn over my face and I logged in. The pc was infact silent. But was it also stable? Fired up the seti@home client and started kde. Everything worked like a charm. Got mail(tm), started my xchat and my licq. No problems whatsoever. I started leeching the remaining porn pics. Opera was obeying my requests with determination. I was saved. I grabbed my john again and went on with my business.
Was that a dream? Seems quite normal :)
kb: Lol, but I wasn't meaning that I hate them or anything. I just wanted to express that I am starting to find my passion pointless. But why? I have to close this chapter somehow..
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