…OF FURY.
Okay so I don’t know if its an Apple thing or a repairman thing, but I’m pretty confident that either one or both of them are responsible for maliciously sabotaging the guts of my mac. Long time Apple aficionado. Long time restoration seeker. The pattern is just uncanny. Similarly, I find it both funny and simultaneously back-breaking that my overall spending on my mac far outweighs its original cost. However, each repair job hasn’t exactly been prohibitive either; or too costly to say “ahh fuck it, I’ll just get a new one”. But really, after close to 2 years I feel like I can see the cracks starting to show in what I am going to put out there as being a carefully calibrated capitalist system designed to rape our wallet and solidify our unwavering union of loyalty to Apple. The latter makes great sense if you’re a long running Apple user; I couldn’t even imagine operating a different system after 5 years now. But maybe everybody is already wildly aware of this and maybe I’ve never bought into the junction because I’ve been the one nodding off into my scotch and coke while you - the loveable futurist conspiracy fan (who I’ve been aimlessly flirting with because I kind of sort of think you look like James Franco unwashed) while you’ve been nammering on about this stuff as if Steve Jobs really truly were about to jump out from behind and download your soul onto his iPad 2. But maybe it’s because I was foolish enough to buy a refurbished model in the first place, so I only have myself to blame. But still, I’m at the gate of mega frustration because more than anytime to have ever passed in my life up until now - I need a fucking functioning computer. And I just forked out a superlative $250 just 2 months ago to replace the hard drive and now the lcd back-light is bananas. But hey, when life throws you lemons you throw those bitches back and make lemon squash. So it’s just another fun notch to add to my rapidly diminishing belt of stipulated (and completely unwanted and time crunching) adventure (which also accounts for my recently surprising but irrevocably appreciated slimming down). So hey guys, the key to weight-loss is unbridled stress and a constant bevy of life to lols ratio. And just like how I have to fly over to Tasmania just to get my own mother’s birth certificate printed off to prove I’m an Australian citizen before I start my new work contract because my own Australian birth certificate isn’t succinct evidence because the copy of my “father’s” citizenship papers also don’t fly because I only have a photocopied extract because you know, we’re estranged. And because the contract starts in a couple of weeks I won’t be able to wait the 29+ days for the documentation to come through in the mail. And I need to start work immediately to pay for my mac AND my life-changing trip which the entire premise and nature of relies heavily on me having a functioning computer in the first place. See; inane adventure. But these things really do happen. But at least it gives me a good source of digestive and equally degenerative fiber for my fame diet. And one day I’ll be able to look back and laugh at this bullshit and see nothing but character building strengths and taxing events spouting karmic success. This keeps my head right.
