ARGH I AM SO PISSED OFF.
My NEW laptop, which I received the grand total of ONE WEEK AGO, decided to contract a virus from my freaking IPOD. HOW DOES AN IPOD SPONTANEOUSLY GENERATE VIRUSES?! .....
Improbable. Nevertheless, the virus was apparently both high-risk and new(ly manufactured by Norton) and decided to rape my NEW laptop. Like, graphic, brutal prison gangrape. After panicking for a few days (;_; NO YAOI! NO MANGA! NO DRAWING!) and snarling at Norton "Antivirus" which was as useless as my seminar essays (because apparently they only do ODD numbered courses in the fall sem, and 66% of my choices were...neither odd, nor prime), I decided I had no choice but to lug my victimized slave to Best Buy. Having spent $300 dollars assuring that, should I choose to run over laughing it insanely in a hummer (hypothetically speaking), I would not regret it two seconds later (at least for the next three years), I promptly discovered that my warranty covered only HARDWARE.
I don't drink alcohol, I don't do pot, I don't whore myself to starbucks...why would my hardware ever suffer? And then the BB Geek Squad dude (who was actually quite cute, but I was still fuming at the time and didn't notice), with a bored how-stupid-are-you look on his (sort of cute) face, smeared his fingerprints all over my shiny NEW laptop while telling me that he couldn't touch the software unless I dished out $200.
Well, mea culpa, I'm BROKE. I have no relation to Bill and/or Melinda Gates, nor to any rich Chinese Communist Party Leader, nor am I married to Kubo Tite (who I'm not sure is rich....he looks really starved, maybe he's poor -_-;;). After inventing creative expletives mentally for a while, I was forced to hand it over ;_; to save the life of my NEW laptop. Because apparently, exchanging is twenty-five-fucking-percent. Even in yaoiland or my numerically challenged imagination, 25% of the obscene amount of money my NEW laptop cost is still > than $200.
NORTON DELENDA EST. I piss in the milk of thy nonexistent mother and thy alleged antivirus. I...do bad things....to nine generations of your edition. YOU SHALL NEVER ESCAPE MY WRATH!!! *cough* And my fudgy mutilation of Elyssa's curse, which I can't remember: ON...SHARP ROCKS YOU SHALL DRAIN THE CUP OF PUNISHMENT WITH MY NAME FOREVER IN YOUR CODE; I WILL FOLLOW YOU WITH THE FIRES OF HELL WHEN I AM FAR AWAY; WHEN DEATH SHALL HAVE SEVERED YOUR (NONEXISTENT) SOUL AND PROGRAMMING, MY SHADE SHALL HAUNT YOU EVERYWHERE. YOU SHALL SUFFER, WRETCH. I SHALL HEAR IT - THE NEWS SHALL REACH ME AMONG THE...GLEEFUL.
Argh, whatever. The first thing I did when I got it back was catch up on D.Gray-man (Tiki Mick is so freaking hot! He makes my heart whimper....I kinda like him as an uke though, since he's so slender and metrosexual, so now I have to find a seme, and not Mr. Sweet Tooth or Fatty).
To make myself feel better, I randomly drabbled what started out as an original sketch, but ending up looking rather like Allen Walker in gay clothes with no widow's peak. Oh well, at least I can post it in a dgm comm now.