I like to call The World Wide Web.
You know what I'm talking about...the internet.
The best thing since... well...
I am pretty much infatuated.
Going just a few short hours without it,
I tend to get anxious...cranky...
and I put my infamous brat face on.
That's right. Don't mess.
Amanda hasn't had her daily does of Googling...Perez...E. Jean...
and everything else that
keeps me somewhat sane.
*Date back to last year*
The ladies and I are getting ready for a fun night out to the bar.
Sexy, slutty outfit...check.
Ahh. I am squeezing my foot into my black stiletto,
while chatting to my love bug across the hall,
via Instant Message, when out of no
where I lose the connection.
The internet connection was lost throughout
our entire building. My stomach was doing funky flip flops...
and noooo, it wasn't because
I just saw a yummy man and was in love.
Ehhh. I couldn't concentrate.
I had lost all motives to go out and have fun.
The idea of not being able to put up
my away message was devastating.
I was at a loss of words.
After 20 minutes of my peeps
talking me out of my slump...
I managed to shove my other shoe on,
dab on some perfume...and pretend
to behave like my computer
was still connected just as she
It's pretty strange the
way I let some network
connection control me.
But truth is...I just can't help it.
When someone talks about
never going online...or not knowing
how to use the web...my hearts aches
for them. I feel bad for their life.
No joke, dudes.
So in the land of the WWW
I'M SIGNING OFF NOW...