I’m at Starbucks on break with my ghetto, drugged up, homicidal laptop. I isolated the problem it’s been having and figured out it’s a power cord dilemma. My battery is so shot that my laptop only works when it’s plugged in, but now my power cord has visible wires that spark whenever I plug it in. I have to twist the cord in a pretzel position for the connection to work.
It’s a pain, but there you have it. The new laptop I want cost’s $1,500. And I’m sure what with tax and an extended warranty, we’re looking at a good $2,000 in all. Is it worth it? I don’t know, all I know is that I want it.
I have 46 unopened tip envelopes saved up. I would like to save 100 tip envelopes, but I don’t think I’ll be able to hold out for that long. I’m going to try my patience for three to five weeks. July 8th, or July 22 I’ll have it.
Sorry I haven’t been writing. My mind has been elsewhere. And sorry my last post was a drunken ramble.
Boring boring boring, this post is boring.
I don’t have any time to write anything good. Good takes time. Good things have to be made love to. Whenever I make love to my blog, I make sure to wear my rubbers, rubber gloves that is. You can never be too careful. I’m paranoid now after massaging that herpe lady.
Why would a herpe infested person get a massage? I’m people, too! I’m not some sterile machine that can’t be contaminated.