I'm talking about being a PC potato.

Now, I don't want to be Ms Obvious by telling you the definition of the term 'PC potato'. You can tell so well that the term was lazily ripped off from the famous-er 'couch potato'.
I've been practically rotting in front of the computer throughout the holidays. Not that I'm doing anything productive. Nope, not penning a novel here. Polishing my Photoshop skills? Nah. Oh no, haven't been trying to add my aunts on Facebook.
Sheesh, what have I been doing on the internet?
Slacking off, chatting, watching useless videos, downloading even more useless things, fussing over this thing and half-heartedly researching Gold Coast for my upcoming vacation.
YES, AT LAST A CHANCE TO LIFT MY BUTT OFF THE CHAIR!!!
Only to end up plonking it down again on the plane seat. But hey, nothing beats a vacay. And there ain't no internet in the wild ol' Australian outback. Just can't wait to get my ass there!!! Weeeeee!!!!!!!
Will I meet Hugh Jackman there? Or spot Nicole Kidman strolling on one of those golden Australian beaches on a beautiful Sunday with her beloved Sunday?

Oops...pardon me. And my sister is flying back on a Sunday too!!! I miss her so sooooo much. And she better put on some weight, cuz I'm gonna hug her SO MIND-BLOWINGLY TIGHT!!! (Ouch!)
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