Uncategorized: December 2006 Archives

I've had my laptop for over a year, and finally the AC adapter is starting to fray. This is because Apple's adapters, while aesthetically pleasing, are made with shitty, cheap, and thin cables. I tried to get a replacement because I figured it would be covered under warranty, but the Apple store employee told me it was not covered because my tight wrapping of the cable around the adapter is considered "misuse" of the product. Guess how much a new adapter costs? $79. Fuck that and fuck Apple. Their little piece of shit adapters are designed horribly. And it turns out I am not the only person who thinks so. Fortunately I found a $27 third-party adapter on Amazon that seems to have gotten pretty good reviews. It doesn't have a green light ring around the plug, but at least it won't burn my fucking house down while I'm sleeping.

the king's crossing was the main attraction. dominoes falling in a chain reaction. the scraping subject ruled by fear told me whiskey works better than beer. the judge is on vinyl, decisions aren't final and nobody gets a reprieve. and every wave is tidal; if you hang around you're going to get wet. I can't prepare for death anymore than I already have. all you can do now is watch the shells. the game looks easy, that's why it sells. frustrated fireworks inside your head are going to stand and deliver dark instead. the method acting that pays my bills keeps the fat man feeding in beverly hills. i got a heavy metal mouth, it hurls obscenity, and i get my check from the trash treasury because i took my own insides out. it don't matter cause i have no sex life, and all i wanna do now is inject my ex-wife. i've seen the movie and i know what happens. it's christmas time and the needle's on the tree. a skinny santa is bringing something to me. his voice is overwhelming but his speech his slurred and i only understand every other word. open your parachute and grab your gun; float down like an omen, a setting sun. read the part and return at five, it's a hell of a role if you can keep it alive. but i don't care if i fuck up! i'm going on a date with a rich white lady, ain't life great? gimme one good reason not to do it. (because We love you?) so do it. this is the place where time reverses and dead men talk to all the pretty nurses. and instruments shine on a silver tray; don't let me get carried away. don't let me get carried away. Don't let me be carried away. xo