Super John fixed the Super Virus!

You heard right, John fixed the computer that was infected with many virus' of doom. It took a day and very little of another, but it was accomplished. Sittin here with my guitfiddle, any requests?... Hotel California it is!... That's my dream; to play 'Hotel California' in front of a small crowd at a bar. And then have the end of the world come in a bright flash that no one saw coming as we're all whisked away into a chariot of fire... down to hell where I belong for playing that God forsaken song (I haven't actually played that song ever, nor even attempted to so dont you worry). For some reason this damn return button wont let me space anything I write and it's pissin me off. Im gonna be honest, I didnt really have much to say except that John fixed the computer and that ANGELA LOCANTORY better leave a good comment like she said she would or else there will be consequences. Consequences so terrible that only I can speak of them! But I wont, just to spite you all. Anyway, so next Sunday I'm off to Berklee to see Chick Corea. I know no one cares, but I do and you can all die cause its gonna be great and you're all gonna be sad and alone like you always are and Im gonna be happy and among musicians that are gonna make me wanna kill myself. That's right, it's gonna be SO GREAT that Im gonna be really happy and suicidle at the same time. Anyway, that's all the time I have for now, until next time *tips hat*.