An Open Love Letter to Google

Dear Google

Thank you for being your googley self and making my life easy. You organise my shit even though I am about as organised as a hundred toothpicks laying all across the floor after they've fallen out of their box (minor Rain Man flashback - if you can make the same association as me I'll call you a BOSS!).

You sign me into Youtube so they (it?) can organise all my songs and put them into cool playlists, so I can go back and re-discover songs I haven't heard in years, so I can satisfy my ear craving for the MSU Accafellas (I say it loud and proud) and so I can find and get lost in the myriad of cover versions of songs I love, hate and don't like.

You let me sign into instant messaging which links directly to my email.

You let me use you to find interesting pieces of information about James Dean and Whales and the top 100 chick flicks and Nicki Minaj's alter-ego, Roman.

You also let me sign into my blog so I can keep up with important and not so important things and write a post once every 2 years.

You take my hand and guide me through the interwebs in a gently coaxing manner...sign into google chat, check your mail, check your blog, sign into Youtube so you can listen to some tunes while you type, have a random Rain Man scene flash through your head and then Google whether it really was from Rain Man.

I wish you could teach me proper punctuation and how to use the ellipses less...

Actually...this relationship is moving a little too fast for me. I barely know you and yet you can tell me what song I liked on Youtube and listened to last in 2007 and put on to a playlist so I could listen to it on repeat? (Imogen Heap - Speeding Cars)

I think you should learn about boundaries. But you're so pretty and smart, even though you literally have no social filter, I could let it all slide.

Google...I love you.

All my fear of abandonment.

Xxx K