No, I'm not talking about the fact that I just inhaled what was left of the Cookies and Cream ice cream. (I found a cookie deposit in the middle and it was all over from there.)
Yesterday I made this grand declaration that I wasn't going to buy a new computer until my blog had 500 followers. My reasoning was that by 500 subscribers I could consider myself a "serious blogger" and thus justify the expense. Also, I figured by 500 I would have found the *ahem* balls to try having something of mine published, possibly signed up for a writing class or two, maybe join a writers' club... Ya know, things that might put a shiny new laptop with all the specs to good use.
No such thing happened.
What did happen was Man and I decided to scrap the Valentine's Day Do-Over and stay home last night. We stayed in a hotel in The Quarter for The Superbowl, then we stayed at the same hotel in The Quarter for Mardi Gras, so we both kind of just wanted to sleep in our own bed for a while.
I didn't know it was humanly possible to grow so bored with the constant need to celebrate.
So we stayed home and it was an incredibly relaxing evening sitting quietly in front of our respective electronic addictions: Me my computer and him his PS3. Then he comes to me with a proposition. Seems his laptop has, as you guys put it yesterday: "Shit the bed" or "went tits up." It's dead and he wants to get a small netbook for taking notes in class. However, he can't bring himself to buy a new machine unless I do too. I tell him I'll go to Best Buy with him, but no promises. I need to stick to my word! What would my readers think of me if I cracked the very day I made the deal?! I can't be a wuss about self control anymore!
My new laptop will be shipped to the store March 2nd.
I had to order it special because it's "Passion Purple."
Serious blogger, indeed.