This poo is COLD.

Well, I didn't get to watch my antm yesterday, so don't you go telling me wha' happen. Mr. Pants and I had to go to a couple of B3st Bies to get his ass a new femputer, since his punked out on us last week, comitting hara-kiri by fracturing its own motherboard. I think it was tired of our cat infested home, but maybe it was the thought of losing our finally-moving-out-roomate, who lovingly peed all over it while we were gone for Thanksgiving.

All right, he didn't pee on it; just spilled a full glass of water, that's all. Youda thunk he did pee on it, though, from the laptop's reaction. "WAAAA! I need a new KEYBOARD! You suck! WAAAA!" (Is it odd for me to anthropomorphize a laptop? Nah.) So, lord knows if the fact that our house apparently doubles as a preschool activity funtime location had anything to do with the death of the computer.

Regardless, Mr. Pants now has an incredibly sexy new Sony Vaio FS550. Seriously, it's hot. I haven't had the chance to play around with it much yet, but I know he's really relieved that he's got a machine for work.

It for now -- both of my bosses are here today and I'd hate to have them stumble upon me cursing at my computer.