You store, my friend,
All that I care about.
You and I are not too far from similar... brothers perhaps.
We seem to like the same music
You seem to dig my literature
My writings
My every file
My pics, My loves, hell, even my cookies.
I'm sorry they aren't of the baked variety.
Thanks pal,
I suppose you and I aren't so dissimilar after all.
Now if only I were to become a
disembodied storer of data...
*We'd practically be twins.