I'm over at my cousin's house fixing his computer. He's not really paying attention to what I'm doing though so I'm gonna post up the original post I wrote. As an update though, I ordered a Mac Mini and am just waiting for it to arrive.
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Sorry if I havent spoken to anyone or updated in a while my computer decided it no longer wanted to live and killed itself. The funny thing is that all the parts work separately in my spare box (which I mistakenly gave to my cousin a few days beforehand, though he did allow me to use it briefly to check my components) but when they are together theres this marvelous wonder I like to call Fuckmeintheass-ism. What happens is that the pc decides to pass post, boots nicely, loads everything fairly easily, but resets automatically when it gets near Windows.
I dont know when Ill be back, or how long itll take to get a new computer. The one thing I do know is that when I am back itll be on a Mac.
And fuck you Kris7 just fuck you.
On another note:
I moved into my new apartment this weekend with my girlfriend. It has been quite a while since I lived with someone and almost forgot how not to be a flaming retarded idiot for most of the day. No actually I did forget.
I do not rightly know what is wrong with me or why I feel the need to dance and squeal like a nubile young girl when something good happens on any of shows I am watching, but I have to figure out how to stop it or I will continue to get stares from my loving girlfriend that say nothing more than are you sure you have a penis between those legs all night long. Her and I both know there is a penis there (and a fairly nice one if I do say so myself
) but it would be nice to not gender confuse my girlfriend throughout the day.
I also need to find a way to become a cold and distant boy as it seems that that is what women are used to. I do not know if that is what they like, but I do know that that is precisely what they expect. I have made if fairly apparent to most people who know me in the Real World that I am a cuddle whore. I like to hold hands, hug, kiss, and snuggle on the couch while watching movies/tv. I know most men are not this way and will even go so far as to bet even money that there are only a handful of us throughout the known galaxy.
That being said though, it should be known that I am one and will remain to be one until the vaccine or antidote has been created. It is not so much a problem for me as it is a problem for her since she is the one that cannot sit on the couch without having me lean on her in some way or another. I know girls have said that they would love a sensitive guy, but the truth is that no one really wants them not even themselves. So if we could just call the science department and tell them to drop the research on the common cold and work on this Id be much obliged
Two last points to make before I leave for now
1)I never want to move again for as long as I live. I hate packing, I hate hauling shit around, and I hate unpacking. If for some unforeseen reason I do hear the nomadic call to move again, please for the love of the Gods Above and Below remind me not to move anywhere above the first floor. Four hundred pound solid oak armoires are blatantly heavy and should never have to be lifted up stairs.
(I am an idiot for living on the second floor)
2)Adorning your apartment in gaudy 40s / 50s suburbanite furniture is always a grand idea. My living room looks like was spat right from the mouth of The Wonder Years. Its glorious in its absurdity and I will upload pictures as soon as can.
/transmission
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Sorry if I havent spoken to anyone or updated in a while my computer decided it no longer wanted to live and killed itself. The funny thing is that all the parts work separately in my spare box (which I mistakenly gave to my cousin a few days beforehand, though he did allow me to use it briefly to check my components) but when they are together theres this marvelous wonder I like to call Fuckmeintheass-ism. What happens is that the pc decides to pass post, boots nicely, loads everything fairly easily, but resets automatically when it gets near Windows.
I dont know when Ill be back, or how long itll take to get a new computer. The one thing I do know is that when I am back itll be on a Mac.
And fuck you Kris7 just fuck you.
On another note:
I moved into my new apartment this weekend with my girlfriend. It has been quite a while since I lived with someone and almost forgot how not to be a flaming retarded idiot for most of the day. No actually I did forget.
I do not rightly know what is wrong with me or why I feel the need to dance and squeal like a nubile young girl when something good happens on any of shows I am watching, but I have to figure out how to stop it or I will continue to get stares from my loving girlfriend that say nothing more than are you sure you have a penis between those legs all night long. Her and I both know there is a penis there (and a fairly nice one if I do say so myself
) but it would be nice to not gender confuse my girlfriend throughout the day.
I also need to find a way to become a cold and distant boy as it seems that that is what women are used to. I do not know if that is what they like, but I do know that that is precisely what they expect. I have made if fairly apparent to most people who know me in the Real World that I am a cuddle whore. I like to hold hands, hug, kiss, and snuggle on the couch while watching movies/tv. I know most men are not this way and will even go so far as to bet even money that there are only a handful of us throughout the known galaxy.
That being said though, it should be known that I am one and will remain to be one until the vaccine or antidote has been created. It is not so much a problem for me as it is a problem for her since she is the one that cannot sit on the couch without having me lean on her in some way or another. I know girls have said that they would love a sensitive guy, but the truth is that no one really wants them not even themselves. So if we could just call the science department and tell them to drop the research on the common cold and work on this Id be much obliged
Two last points to make before I leave for now
1)I never want to move again for as long as I live. I hate packing, I hate hauling shit around, and I hate unpacking. If for some unforeseen reason I do hear the nomadic call to move again, please for the love of the Gods Above and Below remind me not to move anywhere above the first floor. Four hundred pound solid oak armoires are blatantly heavy and should never have to be lifted up stairs.
(I am an idiot for living on the second floor)
2)Adorning your apartment in gaudy 40s / 50s suburbanite furniture is always a grand idea. My living room looks like was spat right from the mouth of The Wonder Years. Its glorious in its absurdity and I will upload pictures as soon as can.
/transmission
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And thanks for welcoming Michael.