This could go many different ways.
This could go so many different way it isn't even funny; and I have a pretty good sense of humor.
At this point I look back on the previous sentences. Nice, a touch ambiguous maybe but good so far.
Everyone want's me to fail; to that I say, 'Yes. I probably will, however I'll also die trying.' I then produce a great sword, a' la Braveheart and gallop of iconically into the glistening sunset.
I stop, my computer has ruthlessly ripped me from the heart of my story; 'iconically' isn't a word it says.
Shit. It was going so well.
I should probably point out at this point that I hate my computer. I really hate it. It's so slow and shitty.
It wasn't always, when I first took it out of the box it was so cool. Then I flicked it on and it hummed away to itself peacefully. Now it sound like a friggin' fork rattling around in a sauce pan.
I must admit I went a bit crazy in the first week, filling the disk with whatever I could get. But it should last; if I had a car and it fucked up this much I'd have taken it back the very next week.
Right now I want an Apple; I also want a solid gold toilet but it just ain't on the cards.
Anyways, thats about all I can muster right now. This'll probably be the crappiest post I ever do, it'll only get better from now on.
