1. Went to Fiji and took this half underwater picture at great personal loss of my very small aquatic life tolerance bone
2. Went to the Oscars and lovingly watched my husband take home a statuette
3. Bought the Vatican. Suck it, Jesus
False. I have done zero of these things because I have been too busy mourning the loss of my lifeline, my connection to the world that has been brutally, harshly wretched from my adoring hands. Also I do not have money. Here I was, thinking Bobby would make it to our 3rd anniversary together, and then one night as I try to illegally download 10 episodes of The Pacific and simultaneously play on Photoshop and blog and be on Facebook and watch 30 Rock and do my banking...he dies.
The words the long-haired Mac technician at the fake Italian Apple store uttered to me still haunt me: I don't have good news...the room starts spinning, tears start streaming down my face, and I start to pee my pants.
Fortunately it was quick, and I don't believe he suffered any more than he suffered in the past 2 and a half years under my care. The circumstances changed everything. He was away from home, in a foreign country away from fellow Macs with normal keyboards that have a maximum 2 items per key, in a land where good internet is as hard to come by as attractive heterosexual men who don't just want you for your goods. He is in a better place now, while I am in technological hell, having succumbed to using a desktop computer with a loud keyboard and Windows 7. It's better that he's not here, it's better that he not see what I've become.
I have a mere 8 days left until I meet my new life companion. I hope I learn from my mistakes and only illegally download 1 episode of The Pacific at a time. Three episodes max. Until then, I will have to keep living in this horribly lonely world, with only books, iPod solitaire that I can never beat and Italian cell phone Sudoku to entertain me when I cannot sleep at night. And the rest of the day.
R.I.P. Bobby MacAsillas (August 2008-March 2011)
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That is him on the right, decorated and happy on a crazy Friday night, next to his cousin, Mollie's very small computer that only weighs 30 lbs. Maybe he died because I made him be a Democrat.



your blog is amazing! sorry I be creepin'... i'm just excited for Bologna. :)
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