Lover's spat

I got in a huge fight tonight. It pissed me off so bad. I yelled, I screamed, I ripped things in half.

All because my sewing machine and I could not see eye to eye. Believe me, if I had the money, I'd dump that piece of crap and move on. Really.

I didn't think I asked too much of it. All I wanted was for it to go in a straight line. But no, damn machine was drunk off its ass or something. (How much liquor does it take to get an inanimate object drunk, I wonder?)

I wanted it to complete the stitches. But no. The bobbin ran out of thread. Just like a man, running out of steam before you finish the job. I mean, honestly...

I wanted a decent-looking stitch as the top-stitching for the blanket I was making. Nope, couldn't even do that, not even with 49 stitches in memory. True to form, plenty of worthless stuff in its "head" but nothing of value.

You know what the worst part is? (Too bad, I'm going to tell you anyway.)

Just today I decided I was going to open an online shop and sell some of this stuff, mainly because I don't see the point in making it just to have it pile up. At that point it's no better than the stock-piling of fabric I've already got. Could that little machine help me make ANYTHING of value to sell? No. It's going to make me look like a fool in public.

Stupid little Brother.