In. Love.
Hate myself. Hate my work. Just spent about twenty minutes watching Apple ads on-line because I hate myself and my work.
Now I am in love. With the Mac computer guy. He is charming and unassuming and I bet he doesn't lie or live with his mother. He says things like "Pull it into hug harbour", arms outstretched. Le sigh. Probably he cooks. And he would knit me a scarf for Christmas. And surprise me with things that surprise me.
I know he is designed to fall in love with and that design is totally working.
And I know he is just some actor who probably lies and lives with his mother. I don't want to know his name interweb! Or anything about him. I just want to dream of living in front of a white scrim with the Mac guy. And, of course, my Mac.
Ugh. Bubble burst. Back to work. On the Mac.
Now I am in love. With the Mac computer guy. He is charming and unassuming and I bet he doesn't lie or live with his mother. He says things like "Pull it into hug harbour", arms outstretched. Le sigh. Probably he cooks. And he would knit me a scarf for Christmas. And surprise me with things that surprise me.
I know he is designed to fall in love with and that design is totally working.
And I know he is just some actor who probably lies and lives with his mother. I don't want to know his name interweb! Or anything about him. I just want to dream of living in front of a white scrim with the Mac guy. And, of course, my Mac.
Ugh. Bubble burst. Back to work. On the Mac.