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Taylor Mali

Not my usual kind of post but I like this guy:

And this one because what is up with “sort of” in every sentence?

I like him.

Update to Heartbreak Week

Recall this story from last week.

So I decided to hit the MoA Apple Store’s Genius Bar finally to see about fixing my shattered heart iPhone. On the way there hubs and I had what I felt was like a parent-child discussion on what if this happens again aka what kind of case are you getting so it doesn’t. Good times. But he’s right. I’m concerned about this happening again as well. I’m also concerned about how many cool points I lose for having a case. Cool points are very important.

I was running late leaving work so hubs dropped me off so I could run in and make it in time for my appointment. I rush into the store to be met with Mr. Orange Shirt (too young to be considered hot but cute) who, when I showed him why I was there made the ugliest grimace I have ever seen on someone so young. I was mentally preparing myself for the assraping that was about to happen and he only increased my anxiety. Fucker.

So I proceed to the Genius Bar where my name is immediately called. I lay my crushed spirit iPhone on the counter, slid it across to the Geniusette on the other side and she gives me the “ah we see this all the time and you’re about to get seriously boned and not by that cute guy up front” nod. She confers with the gray-haired-but-hip dude next to her and comes up with the price for fixing my broken life iPhone: $299. Yep, $299. No, really, $299. I had to buy a new phone.

I had already decided that if it was $200 I was going to have Apple fix it. If it was $400 I was going to fix it myself (or have the cool guys at work do it for me cuz they rule). Somewhere in between I was going to have a hard decision to make – do I or don’t I? Since I got a new phone out of the deal and didn’t have to go without for days, I went for it. On the plus side, I got to walk out of there with a brand new phone plus the super-sexy case that hubs made me get so this doesn’t happen again.

It’s amazing how dependent I am on the information and applications on the phone. I had this shiny new phone but didn’t have any way to let the world know that all was well again in the universe – no phone numbers to text, no twitter app, no facebook app, no email account – I felt so alone.

It’s now restoring from backup. Hopefully this works. All Apple stuff just works, doesn’t it?

Tags: analrapist, apple, iPhone

Seemingly Random Observations on a Saturday

• Leather seats are a real bummer in the summer (+2 for rhyming).
• Office supply store chains are unsatisfying to someone with a pen/pencil fetish.
• When you are at your most tired, your child will wake up in the middle of the night with constipation.
• Sometimes a last minute haircut can introduce you to a stylist you just might love forever (cuz she didn’t use those stupid texturizing scissors that look like some wacky torture device).
• Weightloss = breast reduction.
• People that sleep with their neighbor’s wives still might be really nice people.

My Epic Fail and Why WoW Wins

When someone chooses an online game over a “random act of kindness” (sfw), a lesson needs to be learned. However, when the next morning results in said someone getting that “random act of kindness” even though they passed it up the night before in favor of an online game, what lesson is learned? This is why I suck.

Men are just as complicated as women, I don’t care what anyon says. They are either oversatisfied such that they pass up opportunities or they are undersatisfied to the point where they would cut off their left arm to have the opportunity to choose nookie over computer. Where’s the happy medium? I thought men were simple: sex > beer > everything else.

If any of you think of making snarky comments about WoW > crambosauce, let me remind you.

Let the Countdown Begin

Those of you that know my plight…

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