Rotten little apple core

My macintosh has a rotten core. Or should I say had a rotten core. A few good seeds were successfully extracted from the crunchy inner workings leaving only a facade of wholesome goodness. Needless to say, I was devasted.

When I received the new variety of apple to replace my mac, I hoped to feel like a middle-aged man trading in his faded dumpy wife for the excitement of a sleeker, younger, sexier model. Turns out I'm all hot and bothered by the expensive tastes of my new friend and not so wowed by the prospect of glamming up the reorganization of my world.