April 2, 2004

I typed up an essay at the last minute yesterday. That little paper clip guy from Microsoft Word kept staring at me the whole time. Staring into my soul. Occasionally he’d butt in with some dumb “tip” or whatever. Like he’s smarter than me. “Look at me, I can spell better than you! Ha ha, I can’t believe you spelled that word wrong, you retard!” he’d probably say. I hate that paper clip. I hate him with a passion.