Burrito Whore Kills Eyes While Reading Trash Novels Due to Untimely Death of Beloved Computer

I miss blogging. I am a dork. I find that when certain funny/stupid/retarded things happen to me, I have to first tell Sheila and the second thought that goes through my head is that I have to blog about it. Psh. How's that for tarded. But I have a god aweful virus on my computer and can't tell you all about all of my escapades, unless I steal O's, which Idid tonight. Fucking viruses. Karma is a bitch and I can't wait till that "hacker" gets what's coming to them.
That lead singer from Chevelle is pretty hot. I just watched one of their videos and think I am going to rewind it if nothing good is on next...cause he's hot and the song isn't all that shabby either.
Nip Tuck took another twist, in other news. I knew what was going to happen, by the way. Just to let you all know I am psychic when it comes to stupid tv shows.
In the past five days I have continued to get bitter whenever working or even thinking of work, so I think it's just a matter of time before I throw a burrito at someone. I drank on the job for the first time the other day and actually had fun. Mmmmm margaritas. The girlfriend of the bar manager at Finn and Porter came in again today and shunned me for not seeing her boyfriend about the job. Apparently they still need me...ACK, what to do, what to do...I would much rather smell like booze again than beans and rice.
I rewound the song and he is still hot.
I finally finished that Chuck Palahunick book because I HAVE NO COMPUTER to fall asleep on at night. I have since read that book and started to get into 2 of the other ones I left half finished. I can't get into 1984. It just doesn't get me going...and I brought it to work today and one of our 16 year old cashiers told me that she read it and smirked at me. I am SO not with it. She can't believe that I read when I don't have to. This brings me back to my Uncle Jim's grand advice, "You shouldn't be reading, it will kill your eyes."
With that said, I need to find a rich young man to buy me a new laptop. Or get O to fix it for me, C'mon O!
What have I done upon not having access to the Internet...or even MS Paint!:
*Laundry. And lots of it. I just did my sheets and comforter and duvet, and oh my god, is it a lot of work. And then I think that it's a damn good thing I am not living in the 17oos where I sleep on hay and wring my laundry through huge nasty dirty machines and shit. And then I thank god for washing machines and dryers and Tide with (Holy shit, an Interpol video on MTV...huh...Eeew. One of the dudes looks like Willard/Scary dude from Charlie's Angels that cuts off the chicks' hair/FBI agent in the funny/scary movie with Michael J Fox before he got the shakes/McFly in Back to the future...how do people get laid looking like that? God, I love Interpol). Downy...Seriously, Tide with Downy smells SO good.
*I flipped my mattress. That was a lot of work. In the process of putting new sheets on a newly flipped mattress I got lazy and watched Nip/Tuck
Rewinding MTV again so I can watch the scary Willard dude and imagine myself as the...keyboardist they desperately need...yeah.
*I have watched a buttload of TV and read a lot of books, I am sick of reading. It's killing my eyes. And the TV that I have been watching for the most part has been pretty shitty. Cold Case Files and Late night FX shows cause I fall asleep and wake up at random and have no remote. I NEED my computer back.
I have resorted to listening to the radio before I go to sleep, cause I can't listen to the crap on my computer...and well, the radio sucks.

Ok...It's evident that I am talking to the blog as opposed to giving detailed rants about my life, so I am going to go...and read. Something.