Guess who is back in the motherbloggin house?

[ Mood: Happy ]
When Ellen Feiss and Benjamin Curtis aren’t smoking massive quantities of pot, they’re in your house, messing with your shit. They did not send a robot to hump my Gameboy, but they did decide to gnaw on the power cable on my laptop. I plugged the [Janeway] in to get my internet on, when kachow, I conducted several tens and possibly even hundreds of volts through my thumb and diddling finger. I immediately called India to complain to Dell, the people who sold me the damn thing in the blazing summer of 2003. I told them that, even though the warranty was expired, I wanted them to replace the power cable. Thanks to the technical expert’s grasp of the English language, he decided to send me a free computer instead.

So my old Inspiron 1100 just got replaced by the Inspiron 1550 E. That’s 450 and a vowel better than my old laptop! But that’s not all! This bad boy comes preloaded with Windows Vista, a decent graphics chip, an okay processor, a wider screen, an almost full scale keyboard, a DVD RW drive thingy, a bunch of CDs I’m never going to install and will probably lose, aaaand retails for up to and including six hundred ninety nine dollars!

Eh, yeah, they sent me a shitty new laptop to replace my shitty old laptop, but this shitty laptop is shitty by today’s standards, whereas my old laptop was shitty by 2003’s standards. Which is an improvement? Long story short, after a week with barely any internet, I’m back and posting this for no reason:

I’d like to blow her bubble… eh… That dress would like as good off of her as it would off of my grandm… no… That dog is… nevermind.

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