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Have you ever danced in the shadow of the pale moon light?
I'm stuck at a train station in Boston. I just paid $10 for two hours worth of internet service. I am going to pirate the most expensive piece of software to counter my waste of money. Now..how to pirate software on a mac. Oh, by the way, I have a mac now. And a new ipod. I switched the battery on my old one to a 40gb model and now it works and everything is happy and gay. However, I am extremely hungry right now and the vending machine only takes exact change. I should ask Ernest for some change.
Ernest was the man who I bought a ticket from. He's about 5'8", bald, glasses, and reminds me of a gay George Costanza. He works at a train station with almost no sight of higher employment. I think he's a good guy because he refunded my ticket. My current opinion of him now is a 180 degree switch from my initial reaction to him. Our conversation went like this:
"I'd like to buy a ticket."
"Oh, can I see some ID?"
"Sure"
"Aha! I recognize you!"
"Errr..pardon?"
Then he went on to explain how I was the only person who missed the earlier train (for which I had a reservation). It all made sense. Then we became good buddies and shared tales of the mother country.
I'm stuck at a train station in Boston. I just paid $10 for two hours worth of internet service. I am going to pirate the most expensive piece of software to counter my waste of money. Now..how to pirate software on a mac. Oh, by the way, I have a mac now. And a new ipod. I switched the battery on my old one to a 40gb model and now it works and everything is happy and gay. However, I am extremely hungry right now and the vending machine only takes exact change. I should ask Ernest for some change.
Ernest was the man who I bought a ticket from. He's about 5'8", bald, glasses, and reminds me of a gay George Costanza. He works at a train station with almost no sight of higher employment. I think he's a good guy because he refunded my ticket. My current opinion of him now is a 180 degree switch from my initial reaction to him. Our conversation went like this:
"I'd like to buy a ticket."
"Oh, can I see some ID?"
"Sure"
"Aha! I recognize you!"
"Errr..pardon?"
Then he went on to explain how I was the only person who missed the earlier train (for which I had a reservation). It all made sense. Then we became good buddies and shared tales of the mother country.