Move was successful. Thought you'd all like to know. However there have been a few casualties.

My big, honking PC that I would have to apply "The Fonz" method of mechanical engineering [read: hitting it] to get it to activate no longer functions. So I have decided on taking the necessary steps to disposing in the same fashion as I have with people I have met from the internet and ex-lovers.

I will be disassembling it and selling what I find inside for cash to strangers who have shady occupations and skin-problems.

What I'm getting at here is that a good portion of the stories I have been working on in my free time have up and vanished. Luckily every story I've written is kept someplace in my sporadically sparking and constantly roiling mind. Problem is I lose it quite frequently. However, it usually turns up in a book half-read or under the dirty laundry.

I've recently found someone who has been enough of a dedicated fan of my writing to help fund me getting one of these new 'lap top' devices. It's all witchcraft and sorcery to me but hey, I believe my ghost can take another hit for the team for using such a device of unquestionable blasphemy.

So as I have said, the move went well. When I returned home to fetch my lovies "Thumper & Cork", mam insisted I leave them her and her swelling army of tiny, ankle biting canines. Of course.. Cork did not agree with this arrangement and proceed to take it upon herself to actively revolt against her new overlord.

According to mam; bunnies bite very hard.

At least Cork does as Thumper has become chubby and submissive and wimpy.

But then, she never had much luck when it came to getting friendly with my pets. Pyro, the bird Bryan's sister gave me as a lad, would chirp and sing 'Walking On Sunshine' and nibble happily upon my finger tips. Mam would walk in and it was an epic battle of mass proportions. Feathers and flesh flying about. It was madness.

I digress. My roommate, Diddle's friend from work, Chris assisted in me moving in a bit which I believe was a crafty tactic to check out all the neat shit that I've come across in my days of travel to ye 'ol Wal-Mart and over the rocky road to Target.

My original thoughts to moving here were, "Yay! Naked time ALL the time!" and "My friend and I can play video games all night long like a never ending sleep over!". Alas, neither are true. Diddle, Bryan's girlfriend does not feel comfortable with her boyfriend being naked in the same room as other men un-supervised. She is afraid he might have, 'those thoughts'. Which I can understand. I'm pretty sexy when I sport nothing but socks.

The second notion was shot down as he and Diddle are attached at the hip. When she isn't home, he waits patiently, in his living room, anxiously awaiting her return. The only way he'll play something is if Diddle plays too which narrows our library to DDR, Brawl and... well really anything you can play on the Wii.

For fucks sake I play more with Diddle now than I do with B-rai when he isn't around. Bastard ass head.

So once Chris found out I'm down with distracting myself from life with video games he was all, "Let's kill zombies" and I was all, "You're my new shotgun caddy" and now we're BFF.

Just as a heads up, I will be attending AC.
I know. I'm sorry. Party is over. Please avoid contact if you'd like to have fun and not become victim to my socially ostracizing rants on pop-tarts and why they're better NOT toasted. Also, ask me to speak in an accent and I will punch you in the baby-maker.

Straight shot to the testicles and/or ovaries. Your choice.

So. Summery of this journal post is as follows.
I) I'm alive. I moved successfully. I have surrendered my lovies for Fucker, my new cat. One day I will trade him up for a husky. That day will come. Oh yes. It will come.
II) Re-working stories as they have been lost in the move.
III) Getting a new laptop. Suggestions would be neat since I have the mentality of a fucking new-born with a natural crack addiction when it comes to computers. Help me. Please.