Kicking to the Curb

"Motherfuckingpieceofshit!! I fucking hate you, why are you doing this to me?"

This was what my apartment sounded like for the past hour and half. My printer and I are OVER. The relationship turned a little abusive at the end (ok, that was my fault, I started kicking) and I just can't have something in my life which is so undependable when I am relying on it most.

Printer, best of luck in the future, I hope you find happiness with someone else. But you won't. Because you suuuuuuuck.

Ok, I'm over it.