*dies laughing*

[apocalypsos]

Ever since yesterday, when I made that post about getting a new computer, the Evil Bitch Laptop from The Fiery Depths of Hell has been working like clockwork. It's hilaaaaaaarious. And when I put my ear up to the keyboard, I can hear it whimpering and pleading for its life. *maniacal giggles* Yeah, no dice, dipstick.

And you know, I figured it out yesterday, and after I get the computer I'll have enough to get another tattoo this weekend. Yay! Maybe this sounds silly, but I'm seriously considering getting a small Oscar statuette tattoo. I was thinking about it a while back because my Oscar infatuation is basically all of my film adoration encompassed in one big night, but now I'm thinking about it more along the lines of, "I may never win an Oscar, but this way, I'll always have one." Maybe it's stupid, but it's my skin and I'll do what I want to it. I'm starting to think my tattoo addiction is some sort of subconscious way of punishing my skin for all that acne during my teen years. Serves it right.

It would probably make my seeing "The Passion of the Christ" this weekend a no-go. It's not like I really care about going so much as I just really, really want to review it. Then again at this point, I can kind of see my review coming a mile away ...

The Passion of the Christ

Jesus gets killed. A LOT.

Comments

[suziannabean.livejournal.com]

you know - I think I read your posts at metaquotes moer often than anyone else's ...

you crack me up! Just thought I'd share

[callie-chan.livejournal.com]

I say save the money for your new computer, & threaten the old laptop with it. "I can go out & buy your replacement anytime." It should work beautifully, & you save money! XD

-Callisto

[juanitadark.livejournal.com]

Man, I thought it was:

The Passion of the Christ

Jesus takes a flaying and keeps on praying.

(not my line, btw)

oy

[illmantrim.livejournal.com]

soudns like a plan-- hopes yer new comp fits yas well and hopes th tatt comes out like ya hoped.

[faith21.livejournal.com]

how is it that inanimate objects always know when they're about to be put out of their misery?

my contact lenses do the same thing. bother me all week, but the day i change them - it's as if i wasn't wearing them. grrrr.