my beloved computer is having some major-ass severe issues of doom. i’m so furious i could cry, but instead i’m frantically making a list of shit that needs to be backed up, restored, documented, etc. i’m so annoyed. luckily i have another computer but fucking hell, man…
oh, and that one a.) doesn’t have an airport card b.) does not work with my usb netgear card. fuck fuck fuck.
i love my computer, and i don’t fucking have time for this. nor do i fucking have the money to go out and get the additional disk utility software i may need to save my precious mac. fuck you, disk warrior and fuck you, too, tech tool pro. fucking fuck fuck.
stupid fucking holidays, stupid fucking bills, stupid fucking electronics!!! GAHHHHH!!!!
(i hate everything)
and because i’m in such a frothy rage right now…filler.
- Onesome: Christmas shopping: done deal? Haven’t started? “Oh, man! Yeah, I need to make a list!” (I’m thinking this one may sort out by gender…)
oh holy jesustits. i am so not doin’ good on this one at all. i got the boy’s present, in shifts, and had to refrain from giving him pieces of it early :p i got scooter’s and my kimmers’ and my baby brother’s. but i haven’t even begun, i haven’t even started or got ideas or a list or anything and i’m totally hosed. so super hosed. - Twosome: is it time to decorate yet? …or do you still have another week or two to go?
no. fuck decorating & fuck it SO HARD. i hate my apartment, i hate everything about my apartment, i hate ALL MANNER OF THINGS about my apartment so fuck decorating that disgusting hellhole. fuck.it.hard. i won’t be doing that if i can help it, i need to start packing. i need to get the fuck outta there. so hard. - Threesome: Coming or going? …or staying home? Are you visiting or hosting this Christmas? …or both?
i’m going “home” for the holidays. or rather, going back to colorado to see the family. part of me doesn’t want to, part of me has too many things to do and too many horrible things to deal with. but i really wanna see my daddy and my butt nugget. and my friends. i miss my friends.
(source: the back porch)
