And She Shall Make Her Presence Known

I apologize for my absence -- I was, of course, busy genuflecting before the Mother of Salt Stains, who made her presence known earlier this week in a Chicago underpass.

(click to enlarge salty virgin)

It was the most beautiful experience of my life, better even than my pilgrimage to the Holy Toasted Cheese Sandwich last year.

As you can probably tell, I am lying. How whimsical of me!

Actually, as usual, my computer was up to her old slutty tricks this week, and I once again fell victim to her evil ways. This time, however, it was bad, couldn’t use her, nothing worked, even my DSL decided to flee the scene for a couple days. Odd.

So after trying to reformat and reformat and reformat for days, enlisting the help of my next door neighbor, Mark the Magic Fireman, screaming at Frontiernet's obnoxious little helper, Ian, drinking many beers, reformatting again, my whore finally closed her legs, got up off her hairy back, and is once again earning her keep.

Such is the life of an hp Pavilion mx50 dweller. Alas, alas…