Shit! It was expensive. $1600 for the Black MacBook (because really, I only do Black for electronics). The $1600 included the MacBook with iWork pre-installed because, hey, I'm a writer and I need a prodictivity suite. I also bought a remote and a notebook case. The good news is that I did get $100 off because I work in a school. Any little bit helps.
I'm so happy. I almost hyperventilated as I was buying it because it was more than I had spent on any single purchase other than my car. And I've never had a brand new laptop in my life.
And while I am ecstatic to have bought it, let me let you in on a little secret. So, I saved $100 which is great but I also paid $100 in taxes. So I went to Amazon to see if I could buy it cheaper. Amazon also has a $100 discount PLUS I wouldn't have to pay taxes, I think. Of course I did this after I had already purchased it through Apple.
I do this all the time. I constantly second guess myself about everything. I can't just let myself be happy. I bought my dream laptop but I overpaid by about a hundred dollars. I already know that I should have waited until October or November because that's when the updated Macs come out and I could save some money by buying this year's model. But knowing me, I would want the newer model so I wouldn't really be saving anything. I might actually pay more because who knows how the new MacBooks are going to be updated? It could be really, really cool. Maybe the new MacBooks have HD screens. My MacBook doesn't have HD. That sux! What the hell? Why didn't I wait?
I know why. I decided buying a new MacBook was worth the 2-3 months of bliss because the anger and frustration associated with my current laptop was driving me up a fucking wall. We'll just have to see in October or November if I'm really going to be happy.
Sigh.
I'm insane.
But an insane person who could have her new laptop by Friday.
Now if only the external hard drive that I bought a week ago were to be delivered first, that would be a miracle.
P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAMA!!!!
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Sunday, August 03, 2008
The MacBook Just Gave Me An Orgasm
So I plan on buying a MacBook next week because my current laptop is a piece of crap. And while I realize that this will put me further away from my dream of being totally debt free by a couple more months, it is a necessary purchase. The laptop that I have now I literally want to snap in half. If it were possible to actually break it over my knee and toss that shit out the window then I would.
And yes, I do have a desktop but that's more of the family computer and I need the laptop for when I'm writing which is usually late at nite or at coffee shops.
So I decided on the Mac because, A) they're cool and B) I used to always use Macs because they were just the better computer. They still are. So, I've been searching and comparing prices and while the MacBook has more upfront costs, they are cheaper in the long run, especially considering I won't have to deal with antivirus software or subscriptions.
I did give serious consideration to the PC. But there is something about the MacBook that draws me to it. I spend hours endlessly on line, staring at pictures and watching videos. It's like geek porn to me. Pleasure vibrates through me as I shift through these pictures and videos. It's like fire racing across my skin that burns so bright and so sweet that I would gladly get lost in the flame.
Just tonight, I was looking at photos of my MacBook to be. I was caressing the screen as though I could feel the softness through the LCD display on my crap machine. I bit my lip to keep from moaning aloud as I imagined rolling around in a field of wildflowers with my new Mac. I shivered as I thought of what it would be like to get my hands on him. And yes, my Mac, is a man. Unlike all of my other machines, like BABs (synonym for Bad Ass Bitch) my iPod or Midnight, my Honda.
I envision him to be a smart yet cool Quirky but down to earth. We spend hours together discussing Proust but our evening are reserved for Seth Rogen and Judd Apatow. He wears funky sweaters with hip jeans ripped at the knees and scuffed Vans. We are a perfect fit. We go hand in hand to out of the way cafes and at night I use him without mercy.
Yes folks, tonight a MacBook gave me an orgasm and I am still shuddering from the aftereffects.
Sigh!
God Bless Steve Jobs!
And yes, I do have a desktop but that's more of the family computer and I need the laptop for when I'm writing which is usually late at nite or at coffee shops.
So I decided on the Mac because, A) they're cool and B) I used to always use Macs because they were just the better computer. They still are. So, I've been searching and comparing prices and while the MacBook has more upfront costs, they are cheaper in the long run, especially considering I won't have to deal with antivirus software or subscriptions.
I did give serious consideration to the PC. But there is something about the MacBook that draws me to it. I spend hours endlessly on line, staring at pictures and watching videos. It's like geek porn to me. Pleasure vibrates through me as I shift through these pictures and videos. It's like fire racing across my skin that burns so bright and so sweet that I would gladly get lost in the flame.
Just tonight, I was looking at photos of my MacBook to be. I was caressing the screen as though I could feel the softness through the LCD display on my crap machine. I bit my lip to keep from moaning aloud as I imagined rolling around in a field of wildflowers with my new Mac. I shivered as I thought of what it would be like to get my hands on him. And yes, my Mac, is a man. Unlike all of my other machines, like BABs (synonym for Bad Ass Bitch) my iPod or Midnight, my Honda.
I envision him to be a smart yet cool Quirky but down to earth. We spend hours together discussing Proust but our evening are reserved for Seth Rogen and Judd Apatow. He wears funky sweaters with hip jeans ripped at the knees and scuffed Vans. We are a perfect fit. We go hand in hand to out of the way cafes and at night I use him without mercy.
Yes folks, tonight a MacBook gave me an orgasm and I am still shuddering from the aftereffects.
Sigh!
God Bless Steve Jobs!
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