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my space bar is working again! holy shit!
Since I got home today, I'd have to type a word ending in 'ace' if I wanted the spacebar to work at all, and it would make as many spaces as the window would allow.
And, I'm certain I got a virus or two in an attempt to get music recording software, which is the last fucking thing this laptop needs.
On top of that, upon deleting Limewire, all my mp3 files were removed too. And, a draft I'd written in Semagic is gone because my computer kept restarting and the Load Draft dealer loads what I'm writing right now. Also terrible, because I had lyrics that I wrote while I was high, and god knows I'm not going to remember those again.
On the brighter side of things, my Kalashnikov t-shirts are getting made! Josh and I are driving up to Henrietta tomorrow to get everything all squared away with the printer. I'm going to start asking that Josh pay me a percentage of what he makes from selling the merch that I design. I don't need to get paid anything from his recording fee, because (as the graphics bitch) I don't have anything to do with the recording process. The stickers, buttons, shirts, CDs and everything, however, are my work. I needs to get paid! After we get the t-shirts set up, Josh and I will dick around at the studio for a bit before he drops me off at Matt's. Joy!
Matt and I were talking about robbing banks and becoming career criminals. Pretty interesting. I'd definitely be the wheels.
Since I got home today, I'd have to type a word ending in 'ace' if I wanted the spacebar to work at all, and it would make as many spaces as the window would allow.
And, I'm certain I got a virus or two in an attempt to get music recording software, which is the last fucking thing this laptop needs.
On top of that, upon deleting Limewire, all my mp3 files were removed too. And, a draft I'd written in Semagic is gone because my computer kept restarting and the Load Draft dealer loads what I'm writing right now. Also terrible, because I had lyrics that I wrote while I was high, and god knows I'm not going to remember those again.
On the brighter side of things, my Kalashnikov t-shirts are getting made! Josh and I are driving up to Henrietta tomorrow to get everything all squared away with the printer. I'm going to start asking that Josh pay me a percentage of what he makes from selling the merch that I design. I don't need to get paid anything from his recording fee, because (as the graphics bitch) I don't have anything to do with the recording process. The stickers, buttons, shirts, CDs and everything, however, are my work. I needs to get paid! After we get the t-shirts set up, Josh and I will dick around at the studio for a bit before he drops me off at Matt's. Joy!
Matt and I were talking about robbing banks and becoming career criminals. Pretty interesting. I'd definitely be the wheels.