Mr. Fuzzums, my beloved laptop, is dead. It was sudden. Last night, I was milling about on the internet, elated that we again have power (Snowmageddon took it out for nearly a week), when I was suddenly struck by a craving for hot cocoa. Two minutes later, I nestled back in my chair with a mug and come cake, only to find that Mr. Fuzzum's ( Read more... )

Dilemma ( Read more... )

So. Yesterday. Wednesday. The Epic Vladimir Adventure. Here's what I remember ( Read more... )

It's all going great; he hasn't shaved, I haven't shaved. The paint on the wall is cracked and peeling, and there are little flakes of it sticking to my back. I'm fairly certain that the marks on my wrists will be permanent at this point. There are bruises and bite marks and it's all fucking fantastic until he stops mid-thrust, looks at me ( Read more... )

Fuck me. Can't fucking find my motherfucking charger to my fucking laptop anywhere. Where the fuck it went, I have no fucking clue. I am seriously fucking agitated.

World without a fucking laptop: not fucking worth living in.

For fuck's sake, Life. Give me a fucking break already. Fucker.

California University is blanketed with ice. Whatever isn't ice is slush or puddles of water concealing ice. Classes are not canceled, but EVERY FOOD SERVICE ESTABLISHMENT ON CAMPUS IS CLOSED TODAY. I was therefore left with two options ( Read more... )