The Mac of My Eye

I really enjoy my computer. After years of using a clunky desktop PC, I finally made the switch back to using an Apple – an Apple laptop what’s more! It is sleek and very hip; it could be added to a checklist Jordan Jolliff once made for me:

[X] Sexy Jeans
[X] iPod
[X] Good Haircut
[X] Hipster Bike
([X] Great Computer)

-Why don’t you have a girlfriend?-

Good question to be assured, but not what I’m here to talk about. The other day my computer almost went to the great digital heaven in the digital sky.


I take for granted that my computer like me. I’m very fond of it! However, we began fighting two days ago when it decided to stop working on me – it gave up the ghost (or at least its Finder). While this was not as large of a betrayal as my PC insisted on (it died on me three times – the first after a mere week of owning it), it still hurt me greatly.

I’m glad to see all of my files safely returned and my programs running at maximum efficiency, but it appears as though all of my playlists are gone forever. Most certainly it has been a time of struggle.

A moral to the story? A betrayal of trust from a computer is like taking a battering RAM to your heart, but after all, love hertz.