I suppose this might be too mature for some, so consider yourself warned.
She’s such a glitchy bitch and I’ve nobody to blame but me, myself ’n’ I. I have to get the connections right but the problem when one has created the girl of one’s dreams is that one gets distracted. The latest setback is due to my mind straying because my eyes have lingered on the perfect curve of her left boob and one thing leads to another and one shouldn’t solder with one hand in one’s pants.
One step forward, two steps back. I live in anticipation, but I’ll iron out the glitches soon enough. Then my hands’ll be free.