Green Ink

My poor laptop. She was three years old, she stayed up all night with me on those crazy school days. She endured Photoshop 2, 3, 4, 5 and barely knew 6. She played all those songs on loop and never complained. She met the awkward Quark and Corel. She interacted with Illustrator a couple of times. She was friends with the complicated flash, they sang ‘Love Song’. She kept in files my endless collection of pictures of things that only I understood why I took them. She storage actions, textures, fonts, tutorials and more. She finished college. And when she had that glitch, I worried like hell. Now, she’s gone, literary gone, because some good for nothing person had the amazing idea of stealing it. Gosh, if he only could know the wrath of a designer. Tsk tsk tsk.

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