Soooooooo…this happened yesterday:
And this is pretty much all I’ve been doing ever since:
Retail therapy at its very finest, my friends.
Though it turns out the new MacBook was very nearly overshadowed by the fucking life-altering guacamole Mo made before dinner. I have not stopped thinking about it for the last fourteen hours, I am not even kidding. Like, I think I changed religions about six times while eating it, that’s how amazing it was. Goddamn. As soon as school gets out, I am moving right into that house and demanding I be presented with a barrel-full of that magic avocado gunk upon waking each morning. (Other probable demands: trampoline, kittenarium, live-in British boyfriend with a penchant for top hats, money.)
So what am I naming this fancy new computron, o ye internets? Bear in mind, my Honda is named Frau Blue-Car, so you’re probably gonna want to bring your A-game here.