Entry number 666

Well, jolly fucking nice. My laptop just died. This is my only computer, my work machine, my play machine. My fuckin’ life is on that machine. Ok, ok, so most everything that matters is backed up, aside form some photos and some music. I try not to keep important shit on that computer. But still, […]

Well, jolly fucking nice.

My laptop just died. This is my only computer, my work machine, my play machine. My fuckin’ life is on that machine.

Ok, ok, so most everything that matters is backed up, aside form some photos and some music. I try not to keep important shit on that computer. But still, all my bookmarks, all my cached passwords for the bazilion sites I have accounts on.

Crap.

AND of course I’m now unable to work, or write, or anything. And it’d friday, which means even if machines are available at work, it’ll be days before I can get my mits on one.

Fuck me. I’m going away someplace where it’s sunny and where they’ve never heard of the fuckling internet. Call me next year.

Ok. Update on this. I can get it to boot in firewire-drive mode. So I can copy my data. But fuck. My brain fucking hurts.

And I just realize this is entry number 666 in my blog.

7 thoughts on “Entry number 666”

  1. Crap. I hated it when my Fifi 2.0 went all comatose. It sucks on cold toast, man.

    On the upside, good excuse to buy one of those lusty, naughty-sweaty thought new Powerbooks.

    Kissykiss,
    chelsea girl

    ps) do you need me to resend those pictures? or did you back those up?

  2. Color me all flushed cerise with cyberblushing.

    We just have to get a convention center with plastic tarps, hot and cold running lube, and many towel boys. Then you can all have as much of me as we can mutually take.

    kissykiss,
    cg

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