but WAIT! it gets better!

my computer is dead. gone. i've lost about 7,000 mp3s and 1400 photos from the past 6 years. the apple store blatantly lied to me on 3 different occasions over the span of a day and a half, saying they needed to run tests and make sure everything was repaired. yesterday the head genius called and finally leveled with me, saying my computer had been damaged in transit and was unrepairable. he was dodgy and not very forthcoming with information. he offered me a choice of 2 new computers, for free, while i'd still have to pay the $750 repair charge. the mp3s i cand deal with, i can build my library back up. its the pictures that really kills me, because those memories are priceless. at the end of the phonecall, head genius says, "have a nice day!"

THANKS!!!

i called up applecare and the guy there was more helpful and said it was fedex's fault. a minty liquid had spilled on the box containing my repaired computer, and they simply repackaged it. so my computer was marinating in minty liquid for several days. applecare and fedex are on my permanent shitlist. i drank myself stupid last night. finally, at age 25, i've had my bad tequila experience.

hottt

i'm in love with my new speakers.



they look so so awesome.

false hope

the laptop died again last night. waiting a few more days before going broke and doing something drastic. if anyone has experience with spillage, PLEASE email me or leave a comment. morning shows are retarded.

listening to: lcd soundsystem: sound of silver: new york i love you (but you're bringing me down). never before have i felt so much like a rat in a cage.

would it be so hard to separate the walkways of union square station like there are in other stations? i feel like a salmon trying to swim upstream every single fucking morning.

when i want to pretend i'm in a good mood, i listen to get innocuous.

peek-a-boo!

the computer problem has, thankfully, resolved itself!

HOW AWESOME

I SPILLED WATER ALL OVER MY LAPTOP COS I WAS DRUNK. NEVER EVER DRINK BEVERAGES AROUND YOU COMPUTER. I HAVE TO WAIT AND SEE IF IT MAGICALLY TURNS BACK ON AFTER 2 DAYS' TIME. IF NOT, THE REPAIR CAHRGE WILL BE $800. THIS IS GREAT FOR THE HOLIDAYS!

FUCK! EVERYTHING!

my boss told me today i have the last week of december off. my parents books the first week of january in puerto rico. they can't change the dates b/c fucking expedia is non-refundable and the hotel is full the dates i'm free. fuuuuuuckk. i could use some sun like nothing else.

also, boss just said straight dope.

being haunted

...

ps

i just had to flush my zit medicine down the toilet. cos it fell in there and the cover was already missing.

*ultimate sad trombone*

i'll look into those lamaze classes after i finish this bud

tonight some doorbag asked me if i'm pregnant.

?!?!

i'm standing outside in all my winter regalia when this white, middle-aged guy poses this question to me. my friends and i immediately bust out laughing. shit, i guess my scarf was sticking out a bit too much under my jacket.

?!?!

i scold the guy, "you should NEVER ask a girl that question!"

he responds along the lines of, i know, but i had to.

after, when nb DITCHED me with her somewhat socially awkward friend and we parted ways (ps new young pony club were very fun! singer reminded me in her wardrobe and stage movements of maja from the sounds), my cabbie, emmanual from ghana, basically asked to be my boyfriend. i had told him no nooo, my "boyfriend" was an asshole. but he wouldn't be pleased to know emmanuel was making advances on me. it was just ugh. an exercise in trying to be polite. IN-TER-ES-TING night!

hmmm!

this note i got from nycfeetpamperer is tempting. cleaning is a goddamn waste of time!

My name is dan. i'm looking for women who like the idea of having a slaveboy. Since you have dirty jeans, i would love to do your laundry once a week. I'll clean your apartment and massage your feet. What do you think?

isn't it funny

how if you're feeling sick at work, when you get home you feel fine? or if you're out and feeling tired because maybe you're not having the greatest time, when you get home you perk right up and spend 3 hours fucking around on the computer? the former happened to me today. i was feeling super nauseous and was shaking from the hycodan cough syrup i'd consumed earlier. i even had to run into the bathroom to puke a bit. so i spent a lovely day lolling around.

and yes, the vicodin cough syrup is doing wonders for my mystery barking seal cough (2+ weeks!)

GRRR! Mommy, where is your underwear?

the title has nothing pertaining to the below post. it's the title of an article nb forwarded to me that i cackled over. it was, of course, about brit brit's stanky snatch.

so - last night i did something pretty funny for shits and giggles. it involved being in a restaurant and getting my picture taken by a photographer. said photographer showed up way late, and seemed a bit frazzled. he started taking a few test shots, and then got down to business. except he didn't, because he left the light meter down on the table instead of holding it up. he took at least 10 shots that were shit before realizing his mistake. he corrected it, and more snap snap. snap. snap. everyone in the surrounding area turned to look for the reality stars. it was kind of unspeakably embarassing. finally at least 25 shots in, the manager came over and told him he had to wrap it up. i wanted to die. really, just sink into the floor. worst part is i didn't even have any lipgloss on.