the black box arrives

This is absolute torture. For Christmas this year, my parents ordered me a computer from dell. A computer. I’ve never had a brand new computer that was all mine before. All my computers have been hand me downs, family computers, and one that I bought with an exbf – we bought both a desktop and a laptop when we were together, and in the break-up, I decided I wanted the laptop. The asshole charged me interest and I ended up paying for the damn thing well beyond its natural computer life.

So last week they ordered this thing for me. They called and made sure it was something I wanted. Of course I wanted it. I write all my entries on a small small toshiba portege. I stare at a tiny lcd screen and miss the days of normal-sized computer monitors. I’m still working on a better internet connection than the crappy dialup that I’m currently on, but for now we’re ok.

Today the computer arrives. It’s all sparkly and lovely, and still sitting in its brown box. You see, they didn’t get me a monitor. They asked me if I had one, and I said I’d find one. I figured they bought the computer – I could handle the monitor. But of course, I have yet to deal with that. The computer is sitting here in front of me, teasing me with its power and speed, all locked up inside that black case, because I can’t afford a monitor this week. This sucks so much.

In other things that suck, there are only five more days left of my job. Being that I’m leaving it, I’ve decided to write some entries about how great it is. In detail, this time. No more vagueness required because, hell, I’m not getting fired!

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