I'd tell you all about it, but I can't because my computer is dead.
The majority of my day used to revolve around my iBook. Now I have to find something new for my life to revolve around. Perhaps liquor. It certainly can't be porn, unless I want to go into a store and buy it. Do they even print dirty magazines anymore?
I miss my iBook. I miss writing whenever the mood strikes me. Poor me. I should call Mr. T. so he could pity the fool.
Happy Holidaze y'all. Peace on earth, pumpkin pie, presents for all, Currier and Ives, silent nights, jingle bells, Ho Ho Ho.
