ibook g4 woes
Sep. 25th, 2008 12:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aerynsince summer, my laptop has dictated the nature of our relationship. generally dramatic, indecisive, and slightly abusive, more recently it has shifted entirely to "on again, off again".
for the past few weeks, it has refused to acknowledge me, ignoring persistent (and unsubtle) attempts at communication (consisting mainly of me vigorously pushing its start button). generally, I receive no response, but today it (unilaterally!) decided to be on speaking terms with me again. this might have something to do with the fact that I have recently been involved with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alexq's old, also-1book g4, in order to take notes. (maybe I made my lappy jealous?)
anyway, now that we're on again, I went on a short spending spree (to celebrate?).
today I have purchased: 1) registration with the state bar of California, and 2) support for the Obama campaign (and a nifty t-shirt).
soon (Oct. 14th? *crosses fingers*) I will be able to end this ridiculous farce, as there is, let's be honest, very little love on either side anymore. I almost can't remember why we got together in the first place.
for the past few weeks, it has refused to acknowledge me, ignoring persistent (and unsubtle) attempts at communication (consisting mainly of me vigorously pushing its start button). generally, I receive no response, but today it (unilaterally!) decided to be on speaking terms with me again. this might have something to do with the fact that I have recently been involved with
alexq's old, also-1book g4, in order to take notes. (maybe I made my lappy jealous?)anyway, now that we're on again, I went on a short spending spree (to celebrate?).
today I have purchased: 1) registration with the state bar of California, and 2) support for the Obama campaign (and a nifty t-shirt).
soon (Oct. 14th? *crosses fingers*) I will be able to end this ridiculous farce, as there is, let's be honest, very little love on either side anymore. I almost can't remember why we got together in the first place.
