Hello.
I'm SAMANTHA/SAM/CARROT. Troll in specs, laugh like the world's ending and sarcasm-ception is my favorite storybook. A fangirl, a writer, a dreamer.
What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.
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"The Doctor's darkest hour. He will rise higher than ever before and then fall so much further."
"number eighty-one."
Let me mention how much i loathe the person who fix the computer.
I was thanking him at first how much help he did by fixing it(he should be thanking me instead,i paid eighty bucks for it).
But NOW,i felt like cursing him with all my might.
First,i can no longer use my language toolbar.It died on me.
I can't even restore it back after countless of time i sat down infront of it clicking endless on restoring the toolbar.
Second,i can't even use the favourite bar.
Thirth,i can't even go to other things like the programmes on the start menu.
Now i don't know what is going to happen next to this laptop.
Damn that man.
He made it so complicating and made me felt okay to pass him the laptop and get it fixed.
Now all this is coming up.
Sucker.
TSKTSK.
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