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Tue, Sep. 10th, 2019 | 03:08 pm  slavezombie


beaky writes the fiction
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I have one of those tiny laptops Apple came up with called a MacBook Air. I love it. Sometimes it's challenging to use because of the limitations of not having access to ports like firewire, usb, or even a disc drive.

I've been calling E.G. Brennan, the service center that took over Continental Business Machines. Every time I call (once a week) they say they cannot find replacement parts for my typewriter. So, while my typewriter is hospitalized, I've been taking a break from updating my blog (although I hardly ever updated beforehand either.)

My vacation starts in a few weeks. The countdown has commenced. I think I'm already packed with the junk I'll need to keep me busy. Visions of grandeur writing a Fodor travel blog like Audipenny fill my brain.ramblingCollapse )

I'll try to keep my readers apprised of my status. Here at work people actually believe I might fall out of the plane, train, automobile. But that's nonsense. I assure you, my faithful reader, there is nothing to fear. I will be okay. I am not so depressed that I would kill myself. If I were to fall off the cruise ship, it would most definitely be because I got so effing drunk I couldn't walk straight. And the only reason I would get so effing drunk would only be if my exgf, whom I proffered an invitation, accepted, shows up, and nags the shit out of me. This kind of scenario will jettison any probability of happening as a result of the jewishness I might have in me that instills a conscience that constantly reminds me of how remorseful I am about high school. She really is nice to have maintained an open channel of communication with me all these years.


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