My laptop is fucked. Yes, totally fucked. I think I have a hard drive problem from what people are telling. Fucked, Fucked, Fucked; Bugger, Bugger, Bugger!
I need my laptop for these reasons:
1) for my MBA assignments (yeah rite);
2) to shop online (hell yeah);
3) check my personal mail (not many love letters, mind you);
4) and of course, letting off some steam by blogging (which is so cheaper than therapy).
Missed me? 
Well, I am back (at an Internet cafe) for a bit. Ordered a nice new laptop yesterday which should take 5-7 days to deliver. Why so long? If they have it in store, just fucking send it. Anyways...I honestly did not feel like paying hundreds for a laptop..but shit happens and I have no friggin choice...
Saw McDonalds Boy yesterday at the station. What a cutie! However, I was too damn aggravated for footsie and stars-in-my-eyes kinda look. (aggravated about my laptop, of course!!!!).
I so felt like kicking myself the other day. If my leg was long enough I would have kicked myself in the ass so hard. Called my ex!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...well I SORTA called him. I dialled his number (private number of course, why should I reveal myself?) and as soon as I heard the click of him picking up, I lost my balls and hung up.!!!!
Ball-less, gut-less, mega-CHICKEN!!
Bugger!
I'm off...My hair appointment is in a couple of minutes...
Ciao
