Mr. iMac is sick
Yesterday, I finally took in Mr. iMac after 2.5 months of being sick to the new Fifth Avenue Apple store. It was a beautiful piece of architecture I tell ya. Wow. The structure was all glass with a simple apple sign hanging in the middle, so above ground, you see nothing but that sign in the middle of 59th and 5th. Once you enter the store, you walk or ride the glass elevator downstairs where everything happens. Even though my appointment was pushed back, I'm not mad b/c they were so nice. All those apple workers have the same appeal to them--rugged, dorky-cute, and nice. They called me this morning to tell me Mr. iMac is ready to come home. Wow. That's fast.
Later in the day, I am to be the buffer between my friend Cheryl and her boy friend from LA that she wants not to be her boyfriend. Hopefully, this dude doesn't annoy the hell out of me either. I hate guys who fish for compliments all day long. Ew.
Later in the day, I am to be the buffer between my friend Cheryl and her boy friend from LA that she wants not to be her boyfriend. Hopefully, this dude doesn't annoy the hell out of me either. I hate guys who fish for compliments all day long. Ew.