If you've read this blog, you've noticed that Massey and I had a little, er...disagreement. Well, the old girl's up and running, and hasn't tried to hit me in the face since this morning. In all honesty, Massey is the best desk fan (and only desk fan) I've ever had. I love her. I can't sit at my desk knowing that she's mad at me. So, I think I owe her an apology.
Massey, I understand why I hurt your feelings. You knew that it was getting too hot in the room, and that I needed a bigger fan that could circulate more air. Well, Massey, I don't care if you can't circulate as much air as a giant fan. You'll always be my favorite desk fan, even when we fight. That big fan means nothing to me; it's just a tool to get what I want. I'm sorry, Massey. REALLY sorry. Please forgive me. I...I love you.
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Monday, April 19, 2010
Juicy Foe: Massey
No, you didn't read the title the wrong way. Massey has just received the title "Juicy Foe." Let me explain: my name is Massey; that's Massey Red Deskfan for those websites who need my full name. I got my name simply from my favorite household appliance: a little red desk fan whose name was Massey. Lion noted that she had a nice name. I agreed. Eventually, Massey became a symbol in my life: you can make anything out of nothing. I've used the name Massey for my other appliances, for characters in my writing...countless things. And it all stemmed from one little, red, desk fan.
Pretty cool, right? Well not anymore because my desk fan is a bitch. Today, I was lying in bed with Lion, just talking the morning away before we ran off to run errands. I was in mid-sentence (and I really believe that it was the exact middle of that sentence) when Massey, who I thought was like, my best friend ever, leaped from the table in which she so innocently sat and HIT ME IN THE FACE!
It was right at the top of my head. And it really, REALLY hurt. I don't know why she did it. I mean, I thought she was my friend. And she just turned on me. She's the original Massey. My other appliances wouldn't even be named without her! I just can't believe she took such careless action with me, her best friend ever.
So, I raged about it, and threw her on the floor a couple times. Went out of the room to rage to my nephew, cp violating, came back in and whacked her with the door a few times until I got all my anger out.
So, fuck you Massey. Take my rage blog and suck on it.
Pretty cool, right? Well not anymore because my desk fan is a bitch. Today, I was lying in bed with Lion, just talking the morning away before we ran off to run errands. I was in mid-sentence (and I really believe that it was the exact middle of that sentence) when Massey, who I thought was like, my best friend ever, leaped from the table in which she so innocently sat and HIT ME IN THE FACE!
It was right at the top of my head. And it really, REALLY hurt. I don't know why she did it. I mean, I thought she was my friend. And she just turned on me. She's the original Massey. My other appliances wouldn't even be named without her! I just can't believe she took such careless action with me, her best friend ever.
So, I raged about it, and threw her on the floor a couple times. Went out of the room to rage to my nephew, cp violating, came back in and whacked her with the door a few times until I got all my anger out.
So, fuck you Massey. Take my rage blog and suck on it.
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