but then he was like "so... you wanna use it?" and gave me my own account and everything.
Excellent. The only times I get the laptop are when I nick it without him knowing. And get someone to log on to the main account so I can create a new account without a password in case it freezes or something and I have to restart. That and the random few times I'm up late on the computer working on something and he goes "Wouldn't it be more comfortable on the laptop?" and gives it to me so I can sit on the couch. It really freaked me out the first time he did that. I was like "Dad, erm, what's your blood sugar?"
Speaking of computers... is yours fixed then?
Well, it works. Which is good. Not well, but the monitor does work and it's got more memory now (because I proved to my dad that he was wrong and it didn't have a gig and a half of memory but only 512, so he went out and bought a gig so it became a gig and a half) and I bought a new mouse at Big Lots (do you have those? Random store where other stores sell their old stuff that didn't leave the shelves or overstock to and they resell it for cheaper. Pretty handy.) and so it is working. Though now it's my DVD burner that's being a whore. You've got to reboot the computer if you want to eject the disk sometimes. Which is not fun when you're trying to get to the library before they close and the overdue disk is in the burner.
I'm really aloof with sex and everything but I do take it seriously under all the jokes and horny entries and "LET'S FUCK"s.
Yeah, me too. I think if you had asked me a few years ago, I would be all "Yeah, sex only has the meaning that you give to it and there's nothing wrong with casual sex because it's the simple meeting of a biological need blah blah blah." Now, I guess I think the same thing, but I think I put a lot more meaning on sex. I never saw myself as one of those "Yay, abstinence until marriage" types, but I sort of am one to a certain extent. For myself, I mean, not one of those crusading "Do not masturbate or you will ruin it for your husband" types.
"....Alexandria, it's called your clitoris.".
Yeah, once I actually read what I had posted, that was my first response also. That was a nice invention, Mr. Evolution. Good job.
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Excellent. The only times I get the laptop are when I nick it without him knowing. And get someone to log on to the main account so I can create a new account without a password in case it freezes or something and I have to restart.
That and the random few times I'm up late on the computer working on something and he goes "Wouldn't it be more comfortable on the laptop?" and gives it to me so I can sit on the couch. It really freaked me out the first time he did that. I was like "Dad, erm, what's your blood sugar?"
Speaking of computers... is yours fixed then?
Well, it works. Which is good. Not well, but the monitor does work and it's got more memory now (because I proved to my dad that he was wrong and it didn't have a gig and a half of memory but only 512, so he went out and bought a gig so it became a gig and a half) and I bought a new mouse at Big Lots (do you have those? Random store where other stores sell their old stuff that didn't leave the shelves or overstock to and they resell it for cheaper. Pretty handy.) and so it is working. Though now it's my DVD burner that's being a whore. You've got to reboot the computer if you want to eject the disk sometimes. Which is not fun when you're trying to get to the library before they close and the overdue disk is in the burner.
I'm really aloof with sex and everything but I do take it seriously under all the jokes and horny entries and "LET'S FUCK"s.
Yeah, me too. I think if you had asked me a few years ago, I would be all "Yeah, sex only has the meaning that you give to it and there's nothing wrong with casual sex because it's the simple meeting of a biological need blah blah blah." Now, I guess I think the same thing, but I think I put a lot more meaning on sex. I never saw myself as one of those "Yay, abstinence until marriage" types, but I sort of am one to a certain extent. For myself, I mean, not one of those crusading "Do not masturbate or you will ruin it for your husband" types.
"....Alexandria, it's called your clitoris.".
Yeah, once I actually read what I had posted, that was my first response also. That was a nice invention, Mr. Evolution. Good job.