Frequent visitors to my room will know that my PC is the noisiest bugger in the world, ever. Trust me, you could drive a tank through my room, and it would be deafened. Past experiences of PC’s leads me to believe I should remove the dust from the inside of it. Past experiences of PC’s also lead me to believe that if I don’t do that soon, then my PC will blow up.
I’m a PC opening up virgin. I’m scared to touch something that gives me so much happiness, just incase I fuck it up good and proper. You hear people’s scare stories: people’s who first time was a disaster: people who sting things in the wrong hole, people who screw too much and boom, their loved one can take no more. The worst case I’ve heard is people who screw into such a tight hole and suffer permanent physical damage to themselves.
I didn’t want my first time to be a failure, so I bravely grabbed hold of my tool, and began unscrewing. It was tricky at first, as it was tight. However, after a short period of time, it became a lot easier. Soon, I looked into the box, and blew. Blew as hard as I could. I was soon out of breath, yet, breathing heavily I returned to the screwing.
Soon, it was all over. It was purring on nicely, and a lot quieter. So, now I’m no longer a PC-opening virgin, I’ve been thinking off ways to improve it. Spice it up, shall we say. Toys, to introduce.
Tomorrow, I’m going shopping, wish me luck!
In other news: job hunting going okay (although I could never replace Catherine Cookson from the last few paragraphs). I had a quick interview for a place in the posh end of Liverpool (i.e. the part I’m so not familiar with) and got another one on Monday. Hopefully, I’ll get this job, as it’s a bit different from what I’m used. Not sure how much I can talk about it, as I was made to sign all these forms and agreements and – me being me – I didn’t read the forms through properly, but fingers crossed I get the job.