Dear System Updates Globe

it's over.

today, you jumped up on my desktop and i said, "don't remind me again."

i feel bad. i even feel a little bit empty.

but it really is over.

every week, you beg for my attention, and try to tell me about stuff that-- quite frankly-- bores the shit out of me. and every week, i just keep saying "remind me later" because i never have the heart to say "don't remind me again."

but then you'll bounce about again in just a week or two, and i'll just sigh. but for some reason, i still tell you to remind me later. it's a stupid thing i'm doing, or not doing. it's stupid either way.

so it's over.

no, i will not 69 you.

if i need you, i'll check for updates. but, please, don't remind me again.

i'm sorry it has to be this way, it's just every time you say there's a new iphoto, i'm forced to act like i might be interested because i gather that you think i'll feel like you're worth more for telling me. it makes it difficult to tell you to stop reminding me; it makes it hard to admit i never cared, and that seeing you tires me.

i didn't want to hurt you, but i'm worried i was leading you on. and that's why it's over.

when you'd first shown up, and i accepted your offers, things were different. or maybe they weren't. they were new, but they weren't what they seemed. truthfully, everything was worse after i pushed the button you kept begging me to push. and every time you danced about after, you had more to tell me about-- it wasn't just iphoto anymore, it was flash, it was firefox, it was a whole system of things that i never cared for.

so today it is over. i don't want to be reminded again, tiny system updates globe. you can wiggle in front of me, and make your annoying sound effects-- but i'm not interested.

my itunes is fine just the way it is.

your just-friend,
president wishnack

p.s. fuck you for almost convincing me that accepting your offers would upgrade my performance.