pretty machine
I told Brian he’s got to stop buying me laptops for Christmas. He bought me my first machine last year, and it served me well. Countless papers were written for grad school and endless hours were spent on the interweb on that modest, but trusty, Acer. Then he bought me this pretty little Macbook that I’m typing on right now for this Christmas. As much I protested that I didn’t need another computer, a pricey one at that, and especially so soon, etc., what can I say? I’m in love. Love.
So thank you, baby. I love my Christmas present. And it goes without saying, I love you.
And now back to this evening’s very disturbing Grey’s Anatomy. Geez George, you’re making me uncomfortable. Stop it.
