Dial Me ATT

So my Internet was on the fritz and the ATT man had to come out. Can I just say that he was FINE! He was just such a...man, you know? Like he was tall and big and buff and brown and FINE!
It was so embarrassing because the first time he came to my house to do repairs, my roommate and I looked like trash, still in our night clothes looking a hot mess. He was supposed to come yesterday and didn't. He left a message on my voicemail and immediately called back.
"My damn phone died yesterday, but I am coming over there to get you set up. Let's do the damn thang."
Yes...lets.
Today, I was prepped for his visit, showered, dressed in a dress with afro picked.
As he sat at my computer, doing whatever computer dudes do, I just sat and stared at him, licking my lips. He was just TOO FINE! Watching him looking all good, I just wanted to get up and kiss and am rub his shoulders and all of that good stuff. I wanted to start a witty conversation, but couldn't. I got all shy and such and couldn't say much, other than, "Thank you for coming out!" I don't feel like he was interested, but he did wave my repair fees. I guess I should just cut my losses, but I'm holding on to his business card. Perhaps I can mold him into a phone cake buddy.

Computer Drama

I blog to you today from my neighborhood library. Having a laptop has spoiled me. I forgot just how annoying and disgusting it was to have people breathing hard and blowing their nose two inches away from you. This random woman has been hacking down my back for the past five minutes, and I have come to terms within the past two hours with the fact that I have probably contracted some random, tropical, deadly airborne disease!
Why am I here? Because my three weeks old Toshiba can't pick up wireless Internet, and the lovely (clenched teeth) techies at the Toshiba call center have no idea what is up. You can only return a laptop to Best Buy before two weeks and, and, since I could not afford a warranty, I am stuck here, blogging beside annoying children, gum smackers, stomach growlers, and losers. I will be sending it in for repair but, until then, I will be sitting at Computer 7 wishing I could take a nap.