When something horrible happens to me, I, like probably most people, go through a few phases. First, there's the not showering, wearing the same clothes for three days straight phase. Then, there's the "dammit, I'm not letting this get to me" phase, where I get my shit together and become a rockstar.
I'm not quite at the rockstar phase yet, but you'll all be glad to know that I changed my outfit, finally. I think those jeans I was wearing could probably walk on their own, and the sweater, well, let's try to forget that I hadn't worn deoderant since like, Thursday.
Luckily for me, I completely lose my appetite when my heart is broken, so in addition to wearing a cute outfit, it's also hanging loosely on my body. Nice.
I had to go to Tekserve today to finally get my computer keyboard fixed, after a nasty mishap with some white wine (half of the letters had stopped working--including the shift key, which you could probably tell from my last few posts).
I will blatantly say that the cute computer nerd behind the counter had a look of lust all over his face that I haven't seen from a stranger in a while (or, more likely, I just hadn't been paying attention). From the minute I set my ibook down in front of him, he was mesmerized.
After joking around about my being a psychic for knowing how much he was going to charge me, he started asking me the usual questions about my computer, in between sneaking looks at me here and there. "You have OS 10.4, right?"
Me, not knowing much about these things, shrugged and said, "I might have 10.3, not sure."
He checked, then said "Well, unless you downgraded for some reason, you definitely have 10.4."
I smiled, flipped my hair and giggled. "You never know with me. I might have pressed some special button and got myself back to OS 9."
He looked into my eyes and said, "I'd like to press your special button."
Could you friggin' die?
As I walked out of the store, laughing to myself, I realized that, oh fuck, I left my "My So-Called Life" DVD in the drive.
Now he's gonna know what I do every night before I go to bed. Pressing my magic button to Jordan Catalano.