My desparation for a new lap top is killing me. And I have NO IDEA when I’ll be able to afford one.
I’m at the Mocha, again in the middle of a Britney post, and it just decided it wanted to turn off, so I decided I wanted to rip my headphones out of my head (I was listening to “Boys” by Britney Spears and trying not to shake my ass at this table as I’m sharing it with some guy I made out with in my car once… God, is there anywhere I can go where I won’t see someone I made out with?) and swear out loud at my stupid, stupid lap top.
Make Out Boy asked me what was wrong and I explained briefly, then said “Are you sure it doesn’t look like a cat pissed on my head? Because, really, you can tell me, I need to know.”
The answer was no. Thank GOD.
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