traitor

I got a Macbook for Christmas. I never thought I wanted one -- it was always just sort of a secret envy, or a toy that I didn't need, or a luxury that I would indulge in. But, from the moment I opened it up and started to figure it out, I fell in love, and my eyes sparkled with joy.
Oh how I adore thee: the user interface is so easy, the battery life is great, it does everything I could ever want or imagine and then more, its chic and cute, its easy to transport. I can't believe that I've made the switch, but it was one of the best things that happened to me and I can never imagine going back.

PC - it is with sadness that i say this to you, but you are dead to me. we can no longer even be friends, although i will always have a special place for you. i don't say this in haste, i have fond memories of us, but our relationship must end forever. i've grown up and moved on, i realized you were just a cheap utility - not made from real love, and now i have found all my fantasies fulfilled, and then some . . . by a mac