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Postcards from Italy by Beirut
Just when I thought my computer couldn't be a bigger piece of shit, it breaks down and refuses to turn on and it proves me wrong, that yes, it can be a bigger piece of shit.
Sony laptop- 1
LC - 0
...but who's keeping score anyways. I once uttered on this very site that I would never subject my readers (who have likely dwindled since my too-many-weeks-away-from-this-blog) to a lengthy absence of reading material. I've eaten my own words. For those who still tune in in hopes of finding something, to those who are aware of the hostility between myself and my previous laptop and for those who will regain their affinity for LC and the City, my apologies.
Now, I'm making it seem like so many people followed me and that my words carried a lot of weight. Perhaps there are and perhaps they do, but whatever the case may be, I'm sure as hell not tooting my own horn. I don't toot horns. Actually, that's a lie. I toot horns. Car horns. Often. Toronto hosts some of the worst drivers. If it weren't for the honking, you'd get eaten alive amongst them.
As it stands, Sony and I are no longer best friends. She (I refer to it as a she because it was white with rounded edges which just screams feminine) has been replaced with a sleek MacBook Pro. I'm late to jump on the Mac bandwagon, I realize, but better late than never. I'm still undecided on if it's male or female. Should I call it Major Mac (obviously male) or Mademoiselle Macalla (obviously female) ?
Decisions, decisions..
Friday, the first night of May long. That deserves a beer. One at Real Sports Bar perhaps? We'll see. The night is young, unlike myself.
LCxo
