Mac ook Pro

I have gone to the dark side - that is I purchased a macbook pro... and will never go back I am sure. Unfortunately - it hasnt improved my typing skills one bit- and i am finding the"B" key especially hard to punch for some reason- leaving all my stories about biyatches, brides and glass bottom boats even more confusing. I can say a few people have claimed they are now fluent in "carey type" so I feel I am encouraging the use of the left side of most people's brains that I instant chat with. which only adds to the general well being of mankind. Like how the makers of Viagra must feel.

It only took me losing my MIND after dealing with craiglist freaks ( i.e. liars? cheats? scammers?) for a few weeks to achieve this small victory of owning my shiny silver new 4GB 2..6 GHZ 250 gb 512 MB honey. Don't be impressed- I only know this stuff after bugging every computer geek I know for a month -and I won't know what they mean tomorrow. but i DO know I got a decent deal from a rich kid in Marin whose parents bought him the thing for school- he dropped out- never opened it and wanted the cash. LIttle shit.

This happened ONLY after stalking a girl who claimed she bought an even better model on E-bay and was awaiting its arrival to buy from her. After missing the stellar deal at Apple for a free i-touch- she reported back to me she had been sent a box with newspapers and plastic plates in it. I would have been pissed handing over $2700 for some plates. even though I could use some. NOt to mention I had 2 people over that work at Apple that reminded me they could've gotten me 25% off. dum dum dum. I mean DUMB. With a "b."

The whole thing was sketchy - and I think made me nervous because friday when I went out to my car - I realized I had carried the tv remote with me all the way to the street. I also left the oven on for 12 hours after baking a gluten free cake. AT least if I had burned the house down I could have still turned the tv on. I may just be trying to do too much to forget the fact that I feel like a girl dressed up in tafita for prom left at her house whose date didn't show up, and my job makes me feel like a dolphin jumping hoops for fish bits at Seaworld- and trying to take 10 units at film school and keep jumping through said hoops while whistling Dixie us just too much for anyone to do??

but is it weird instead of the 35 poeple I had at my house friday night I wanted to just be in bed snuggling with my new MB Pro and editing Gunsmoke which is due tomorrow?? Not after what I went through to win this *a#y over. I mean BaBy.