what. the. fuck.
I had other plans for you; some would even call them better plans. But instead, you are now in the hands of the Apple company for the power cord I had to purchase.
(and every time I write ‘power cord’ I have to make sure I’m writing cord and not ‘chord’…)
You will be missed, $86.51.
Stella is going on 6 years old; she’s at a rambunctious age where she needs some TLC. In the computer world she’s damn near vintage. When I asked the guy at the Mac Genius bar what I could do to keep her going, he said, “pray.”
Then I had to buy her a new cord. It’s a new cord, not a vintage cord; sleek, smooth, lacking in scuffs and scratches and personality. Stella’s a vintage ride with new parts, and I don’t really like it.
I don’t like it one bit.
It’s like telling your grandma she needs a new, younger pair of boobies to keep going.
I DON’T LIKE IT ONE BIT.
but if this is the worst thing that happens to me, then my life does not suck one bit.