I wish it were within my body but I’m not that lucky.
Seems my shitty laptop (if I had a Mac this wouldn’t be an issue) has contracted the “command.exe” virus. I’m glad that I’m familiar enough with my computer’s programs to have found it right away, but it’s still wreaking havok on my system while I try to get rid of it. Which is not easy.
Please send me good computer mojo in my time of virus-killing need. Thank you in advance.
Peace and crotch fleas to virus creators.
Sooo… I got my hands on RIM’s latest beta OS for my BlackBerry Curve last night (all hail the Internet) and installed it. There are not words to express how thrilled I am with it.
It seems that AT&T likes to lock down certain features that should otherwise be available. For instance: My phone did not have a video camera or the ability to stream videos online from sites like YouTube. I consider those pretty basic features, considering this phone retails for upwards of $400.
Well thankfully I’ve been modifying phones for years and was able to upgrade my software myself. Now my fab CrackBerry does all the things it was born to do. I’d like to give a big middle finger to AT&T now. Ya’ll can’t keep a true nerd down, bitches.
Gotta get ready for work now. I’m dreading it as I’ve been there once already today and have been up since 7 this morning. I should be off about midnight. My attempt at a nap was futile. God help me when all the sugar and caffeine wear off.
Me and my hangover will be back Monday.
Peace and technology.
Today I feel like total and utter shit, but I don’t care because last night was fabulous.
I had some beers with friends, then came home like a good girl. Then Stupid Cuteness and I started a text-a-thon, which ended with me at his apartment. My squishy spot for him over-rode my otherwise questionable judgment. I suspect that will happen again in the future.
It’s unfortunate that he lives like a bachelor pig because his place ate my shirt. Then we couldn’t locate my shoes. I had to do the walk of shame, to my car this afternoon, in bare feet and a Hooters t-shirt. Classy. Hopefully his apartment will
throw up soon and I can get my shit back. Last time, I left my socks there. They have never resurfaced.
The potential revival of Vanilla Ice was a bad idea and I’m keeping him in the past. I’ve deleted his number from my phone and that’s the end of that. Until the next time he gets my voice mail at 3 a.m., anyway. I’m sure eventually he will give up. I’m too over it to bother explaining things to him.
I wish Stupid Cuteness wasn’t such a flake, but at least he can distract me until someone comes along who is actually worth dating.
Peace and crushes that remain.
EDIT: I thought I’d take a pic of that classy shirt and post it. Sexy, right?
