Ummm...
I may not be on here for a little while.
See, yesterday,the boy and I were in a tickle war. I, of course, was winning, and as doom impended over him he lapsed into a fit of uncontrollable giggles, in which his leg lashed out and kicked over a can of soda (or pop).
This was funny. We giggled as it spilled over the coffee table and rushed to clean it up as it dripped on my yarn, various and sundry things that had collected under said coffee table, until, in horror, our eyes realized where a majority of the sticky dark liquid had amassed.
Like a magnet, it had flown two feet away and landed on my most prized possession, the one most everyone is jealous of and that I just paid off last week and am hoping and praying is still under Applecare- my iBook.
When rescued and wiped clean, it persevered on until its little fan motors whirred and whirred and the hard drive cursed us with clicks in morse code- and it promptly shut down and has yet to start back up, despite numerous attempts, including bribery, praise, and empty threats.
Yes, my friends, my little white friend will be visiting the apple emergency room first thing tomorrow. I am currently leaning on my roommates laptop to make it through- but alas, it is a temporary union and does nothing but make me yearn for the little white glowing apple of King George Macintosh VI. (All of my computers have been named George, since I was 12. And yes, all but one was an Apple)
Aside from that, I hate my fucking epidermis, I think I have acquired leprosy and cannot rid myself of it regardless of benadryl, neosporin, aloe, and oatmeal baths....
I move to the leper colony next Friday... well, not really the leper colony, just West Bloomfield, which would be the antithesis of a place where lepers should go.
I hope this journal entry entertained you as much as it frustrated me.
I may not be on here for a little while.
See, yesterday,the boy and I were in a tickle war. I, of course, was winning, and as doom impended over him he lapsed into a fit of uncontrollable giggles, in which his leg lashed out and kicked over a can of soda (or pop).
This was funny. We giggled as it spilled over the coffee table and rushed to clean it up as it dripped on my yarn, various and sundry things that had collected under said coffee table, until, in horror, our eyes realized where a majority of the sticky dark liquid had amassed.
Like a magnet, it had flown two feet away and landed on my most prized possession, the one most everyone is jealous of and that I just paid off last week and am hoping and praying is still under Applecare- my iBook.
When rescued and wiped clean, it persevered on until its little fan motors whirred and whirred and the hard drive cursed us with clicks in morse code- and it promptly shut down and has yet to start back up, despite numerous attempts, including bribery, praise, and empty threats.
Yes, my friends, my little white friend will be visiting the apple emergency room first thing tomorrow. I am currently leaning on my roommates laptop to make it through- but alas, it is a temporary union and does nothing but make me yearn for the little white glowing apple of King George Macintosh VI. (All of my computers have been named George, since I was 12. And yes, all but one was an Apple)
Aside from that, I hate my fucking epidermis, I think I have acquired leprosy and cannot rid myself of it regardless of benadryl, neosporin, aloe, and oatmeal baths....
I move to the leper colony next Friday... well, not really the leper colony, just West Bloomfield, which would be the antithesis of a place where lepers should go.
I hope this journal entry entertained you as much as it frustrated me.
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djdragyn:
where are you taking your puter to get it looked at?
quasi_sean:
with the money from the book...we could buy a whole shitload of compooters.