amarie24

Ya'll remember when I mentioned a story's first chapter that I worked on for a whopping three years? And now I'm already done with that first chapter, but I gotta post the second chapter with it?

I am almost done with the second chapter.

I am almost done and am coming closer and closer to publishing this fic...holy freakin' shit. I can taste it...

Sometime this week...maybe even sometime tonight...

I can taste it.

-SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!-


--Amarie, who is falling out of her computer chair


P.S I'm feeling much better from yesterday, by the way! Thanks a ton to everyone who checked in on me! I'm well-recovered now! :D

Technology. And capitalism. Such a glorious, crap marriage if ever we did see one.

So ya'll know I was gifted with a tablet for Christmas this January. My tablet is a Window's Surface RT, 64GB and she was originally named and sold in 2013, over four years go. I named her "Pinky" after the screensaver I chose for her. I love my baby deeply. She's been a great, great help during school and a great, great entertainment and comfort on top of that.

...But her charger hasn't been working. Every time I try to plug it in, the charging icon won't show next to the battery. This means that the battery isn't recognizing the charger and, as a result, Pinky isn't charging. Kinda sorta hard to enjoy Pinky when she ain't been charged.

So I kept trying to fix it myself, with next to no such luck. Sometimes Pinky's battery would recognize the charger but more and more often, it wouldn't. I was struggling to fix it myself because I didn't want to use Microsoft's 24/7 chat support line...and that was because I didn't want them to tell me The Dreaded Thing.

But Pinky's battery still wouldn't recognize the charger. And so onto the freakin' chat support line I went...

...And it did turn out that The Dreaded Thing was true: the tablets with Pinky's warranties were expired...and so that meant that I would indeed have to buy a brand new charger. The nice dude on the other end of the chat solemnly informed me that, were I to purchase one directly from the Microsoft store, it would be $39.99, plus tax.

I'd gotten pretty quiet during the chat at that time, so he also helpfully informed me that I could buy it from other retailers like Amazon for much cheaper. But he also warned me that they may not be new/good quality/legit, etc.

It's just...ya'll, I just...

I ain't even had my Pinky for a whole year yet. I've never had the luxury of something like her before, but I've taken very good care of her, her charger, and everything else that comes with her (...tho I still can't figure out her wireless mouse. So it sits in the box to this day. I tried, tho. So please do not judge.) But my charger just goes out like this?

Hell, my beloved iPod lived for eight years before it freakin' died on me. But it's just like Mommy says: They don't make things like they used to, back in [her] day.

Ugh.

At least I found her charger on Amazon for about $20, taxes, shipping & handling included. Pretty good reviews, pretty legit. Gotta wait for the pay day to get it and so in the meantime, Pinky's gonna stay asleep in shut down.

No biggie, but...ugh. Fuck you, capitalism. Fuck you.

This looks like a beautiful, beautiful morning for a walk. Nice, bright, sunny, and not too hot!

Too bad Mommy threw my only exercise shoes away just because they have giant holes in them even though I can walk with them just fine.

I mean, really. How often does one come across a rusty nail on their morning power walks, huh? Huh? :(

And she ain't even wasted time adding to the trash, either. Already, my beloved walking shoes have egg shells, grease, freakin laundry-fuzz from the dryer (ya'll know what I'm talking about), and empty tea packets on them.

This is so unfair.

-sniffles and sobs-


--Amarie


Note: I'm posting this in a funny/ironic tone. Sorry if I confused anybody! Amarie's actually getting brand new, spankin' Sketchers, too! :D

I'M NEAR THE TOP, WITH MY RAINSHOWERS FIC! CAN YA'LL BELIEVE THIS?! CAN YA'LL BELIEVE THIS?!?!? THIS IS THE FIRST-EVER TIME THAT I'VE BEEN ON A FIC REC LIST!!!

'CAUSE I CAN'T!! OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


-falls out of computer chair & faints-

Imma cry.

Ya'll, see...a lot of writing-a lot of good writing-is about a lot of labor of love, y'know? Long hours, long days, long nights can be poured into one, single piece of work. Sometimes you can even spend years on a thing before it's ready.

And ya'll, I...I've spent a whopping three years on a story, particularly the story's first freakin' chapter. Three years and on this day...I am done.

All done.

Holy freakin' shit, Imma cry!!! -sniffles-

Can't post it yet, tho! For this particular story, it's crucial to post both the first and second chapters together! But it's finally gonna be posted this summer! I can't wait!!

Three freakin' years, and now I am free!!!!


--Amarie

C'mon, now. Cut this debilitating headache mess out. Please. Pretty, pretty please with a cherry on top.

Please cut it out.

I already ain't cleaned house on Sunday night like I wanted to 'cause of you. Ain't washed my glorious afro 'cause of you Sunday night, either. And now I ain't even done my daily moisturizing and combing routine for my afro today. Again, because of you.

I barely got energy to even get into the shower and make food.

C'mon, now. head. C'mon, now. I got things to do. I got posts to write, friends to talk to, internet browsing time to waste, games to play, YouTube videos to watch, and more posts to write.

I got things to do.

Please. I'm begging you at this point.

-sighs and pops my Naproxen prescription-

When your cousin from way, way, way, way, way on the other side of the country calls you after so, so many years of ya'll losing contact.

And she happened to call you on her birthday 'cause she was thinking about you. Ya'll giggle together.

And you ask her how old she is now, thinking that she's 18 while you're 25...but instead, she's actually 29 on this day and you forgot that you've been the baby cousin all along. Ya'll giggle together.

And ya'll talk about your rude, demanding, impossible cats that you can't live with, but can't live without. Ya'll giggle together.

And the conversation is only a few minutes and you're quietly overwhelmed because holy fucking shit, you missed her voice and you hope to see her face-to-face someday and, no, you really missed her voice. Ya'll giggle together.

And during the whole conversation, you're still so overwhelmed that you forget that it might be a good idea to exchange numbers until she brings it up first. You write down her number on a pad of paper like it's the lifesaver that it is, and then you give her your number in exchange.

And all the while ya'll are giggling together, you realize that you two giggle the. Exact. Same. Way.

It's been years upon years upon years, but shit ain't changed.

That feeling.

Yeah.



--Amarie