boppo

2005, bought mine at UCLA’s student store for a discounted price of $800. Really nice deal. Anyway, a couple of months my first powerbook landed it’s first bruise. I had a bulky vintage camera hanging above my desk in my dorm room. After reaching for something right next to it, the camera fell right on top of the CD drive, mashing it together, making it impossible to insert any disc.

I used my swiss army knife to pry it open, further damaging the bruise. Sigh. It’s official: I can’t take care of things. Even if they’re worth 800 bucks.

I got one on my left inner wrist today. It was sort of a tribute to my dad for passing down his Beatles obsession to me and my younger brother. When I was little, he used to play Paul McCartney’s song “Blackbird” to me all the time before I went to bed. One of my favorite lines in that song is: All your life/ You were only waiting for moment to be free.

So I got the guitar chords to that verse and, well, got a tattoo for it. I survived in spite of my fear of needles. The guy, Shawn, was really sweet and talked me through the whole thing. It hurt – felt like someone was slowly ripping my skin apart with a ball point pen, but other than that the pain’s pretty bearable.

I want something that tastes like portabello mushrooms.