It's probably been years since I last used the printed that came with my old desktop computer. Not that I don't print anything (there's still a lot of documents to print, you know), but I just wasn't able to load it up with a new ink cartridge. I used to refill the cartridge with sweet ink in the local shops around here, but after a while the computer just wouldn't recognize my ink cartridge anymore.In a few weeks I will be saying goodbye to my good old printer (and my scanner, too) since I'll be getting one of those three-in-one scanner, printer, and copiers. It sounds like a better deal to me since I won't have to deal with multiple data cables just to connect my printer and scanner to my machine. One data cable is already enough.
But, you see, I am this type of person who misses these kinds of things a lot. Sure, they don't have feelings or memories, but I do have feelings and memories in which these devices are included. The printer acted as my savior during those times when I was cramming to get my high school papers done. Without it, I would be in dire search for a machine that would print out my papers. It would always let out a creaking sound whenever it works, but all of that was erased once I was able to feel the heat coming out of the newly-printed work.
It sounds cheesy, but what can I say, when I feel that way? When the lid closes down, I say farewell to the old sound. Once it is already far away from my grasp, the heat of the paper will leave me at long last.
Uhh. That sounds poetic, doesn't it?
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