One of you needs to come over to my apartment and make me dinner. I'd like steak, please.

[apocalypsos]

-- I've decided to blame janissa11 for the fact that first I watched a Deadliest Catch marathon and because of that I've been sitting here for three hours watching an Ice Road Truckers marathon. I don't even know why I'm watching. I mean, it's awesome and I think Hugh and Alex are extremely cool and badass but it makes me so cold. *shivers*

-- All this talk about school starting up again makes me want to go out and spend ridiculous amounts of money on school supplies and new clothes and shoes and whatnot. Maybe even a cheap plastic Dora the Explorer backpack or something. The shopping used to be my favorite part of school starting again. I wish I could afford to still do it every year like I always kind of wanted to back then.

-- Poking at the guts of the laptop is making me want to try building my own computer. I know I'd have the patience for it, but thankfully the lack of spare cash is keeping from doing anything too silly.

-- Speaking of my computers or lack thereof, I said something to my brother the other day that was like, "Oh, well, maybe I'll get one for my birthday," and he made the sort of awkward answer that made me go, "Uh, Mom and Dad aren't actually buying me one, are they?" He said no, but he's a lousy liar, and yet I still can't tell. *whimpers* God knows I would appreciate a new computer, but at this point I think I kind of need money more. And I don't even know if I want anything for my birthday this year other than to be left alone to stay home and drink that night. (That's not really as depressing as it sounds! I just want to sit back with a six-pack of Smirnoff, my MP3 player, and some good old-fashioned gay incest porn. It's MY birthday, damn it.)

-- howwedoit = Go join, you. *pokes you all*

-- Dear Livejournal ... give me the comments or the bunny gets it.

-- Also, I now have to sit down and write Compaq a bitchy letter. *sigh*

Comments

[runcible.livejournal.com]

Dear Livejournal ... give me the comments or the bunny gets it.

THANK YOU. I am missing about 15 now! :[

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

Honestly. I just keep reloading my "Manage comments" page. *sigh*

[elbiesee.livejournal.com]

howwedoit = Go join, you. *pokes you all*

*rubs poked spot*

*joins*

[janissa11.livejournal.com]

La la la la la....

::whistles::

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

You're evil, woman. EVIL. ;P

[janissa11.livejournal.com]

Tee hee!

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

How is it that cracking ice is SCARING THE FUCKING CRAP out of me?

*hugs teddy bear*

[ralob.livejournal.com]

if you ever do decide to build a computer, let me know and I will give you a hand in terms of what to buy and where to buy it for the best price. :)

[affectingly.livejournal.com]

Woo, thanks for the pimp. \o/ Also, *kicks compaq*

[squee1123.livejournal.com]

*begins to panic more* I dont want school to start back up! I'm not ready for college and the psuedo-adulthood that comes with it!

[tabaqui]

Do you like your steak nice and rare? Get a nice steak, put salt and garlic salt and a pat of butter on it. On a foil tray. You know, a piece of foil with the edges folded up so the grease/butter doesn't run down and flame on.

Stick said steak on said tray under the broiler in your oven for about three minutes. Flip it over, salt/garlic salt/butter. Three more minutes.

You now have steak!
:)

*sends cabana boys to do it the first time*

*de-lurking to be a geek*

[obsessed1.livejournal.com]

There was an interesting quirk with one specific Compaq model (not HP, but Compaq, even though they're the same) where the keyboard dipped down in the middle, and the tech-approved solution is a piece of tissue under the keyboard. One of my co-workers at the Electronic Snack has that model and did it to his laptop... and it worked.

But, yes, if you're that damn determined, you could probably find the service tech manual and fix Compaq's screwed up equipment if they still won't. And, if not, get a harddrive case and make the laptop harddrive into a portable backup drive for all the porn and documents.

... and I'm shutting up now.

[thechinesecurse.livejournal.com]

Hey, I am one of your (probably many) random lurkers, but for the past bunch of nights at work I have been thinking NOTHING BUT PORNY SAM/DEAN THOUGHTS which is all your fault, because I only watched Supernatural because of your fangirling.

And I just want you to know, I am totally not writing an afterlife story where Dean is in Heaven and Sammy is sorta...lurking outside the gates, because he's been good and all but because of the demon's blood can't get in. And they hang out on the walls and break curfew a lot like TEENAGERS, and discover of course that they're totally into each other, and then have SEX on the WALL OF HEAVEN.

Then! Dean gets kicked out, because (although he's totally forgiven for breaking every single one of the Ten Commandments, and also the unwritten eleventh one about using the Commandments as a checklist), it turns out, sodomy? Yeah, the fundamentalists were actually right on that one.

Then Dean and Sammy graffitti a hundred cubits of wall or so.

THESE ARE THE THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD. And I blame you, entirely.