It’s official–I am in a relationship.
It is with with my computer.
I have coffee, movie and television and occasional dinner dates with my darling white baby–sounds incredibly racist I know, but just go with it. This horrifying realization came about as I considered buckling in my driving companion
NO judgement! When a girl is sans radio for a forty-five minute drive you gotta get creative!
I do occasionally cheat on my petite love muffin with my phone and/or voice recorder. AH, I am a technology whore!
But really, we have an understanding–an open relationship you might say. IN my defense, much of this computer use is in relation to my job so it’s not hours of stumble upon (although there is quite a bit of it, I wont lie). I even had a dream the other night that I was running away from a storm of some sort–and was incredibly sad that I had left my laptop behind!
That was disturbing, to say the least.
It’s not that I have no contact with the outside world, I’m not some creepy recluse whose only light in the house comes from the laptop screen. I’m not albino looking quite yet. However, I do supremely dislike this dysfunctional relationship (he abuses me)–and I would like to limit myself a bit more.
I’m sorry computer, it’s not you..it’s me.