I don’t know how much of my stress in this modern life comes from waiting around for fragile plastic machines to do what I asked them to do and they don’t hear me when I speak and they don’t understand my words and I’m not allowed to hit them. Even though they are ugly plastic and metal they are as delicate as a baby. Aghhh. Why won’t the printer print? Why can’t I e-mail a word document? Why does my computer hate me?
Clownmommy
Clown and mother
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