Oh, Notepad you rawk. I've smoked countless smokes, while writing thousands of grocery list, poems, rants, serial numbers and poorly written code, love songs and love letters, ideas, and often nothing...nothing at all.
You look hot in white, dear. You always have. You're nice and simple. A pad of notes. I like that about you. Photoshop he's too flashy; a bit of a showoff. Office is a fucking bore; and he takes one too may nips - every time he takes a nip.