Dear Computer,

I don't think I've told you lately how much I hate you. You're slow, awkward to carry, and have a battery life of an hour. You think you're a laptop, but you're more like a portable desktop. The CD drive not opening is the last straw with you. It's ok, computer, I didn't really want to put new music on my iTunes anyway. Just so you know, the second I have enough money, I'm dumping you for a Mac. Your days are numbered, laptop.

XOXO, Michelle