Rich Kids.
Shhh. . .
Don’t tell my husband but I’m already started to get annoyed of this whole “no computer” thing. He’s already all too excited to buy me a new one (what is it with men and electronics?) but I would rather just save the money than spend an astronomical sum on something that’s just going to let me down and disappoint me in 4-5 years in the way that electronics always do.
Right now I’m mostly disappointed that I can’t steal the husband’s computer long enough to post to my blog.
Otherwise, though, I’m happy that I have been spending more time practising guitar, baking, and reading than liking random pictures on facebook. Although it’s hard to practice guitar when I can’t use the web to access tabs and instructional youtube videos, and baking is less fun when I can’t peruse all my pinned recipes, and my reading has been reduced to novels and not my favourite blogs and newspaper sites.
I really have nothing of interest to say today so let me distract you with trainwreck of a tumblr:
Instagram pictures of privileged teenagers having champagne showers in St. Tropez. Since, ya know, I don’t feel inadequate enough for not being able to afford a new computer.
Spray down the party. #nikkybeach #greygoose #sainttropez #party
*sigh* I’m going to go back to my cubicle now.
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Bahahahaha! Too funny! I hear you on the ‘no computer’ issues too… except I broke down and bought a new one. It’s great to have my own laptop, but I really do have to set myself computer rules so that I don’t spend too much time on it.
I just bought a new laptop too! Mine finally bit the dust after almost 8 years. It served me well.
8 years?! That’s a long time. I think mine busted after 4. Granted, it was my husband’s for 3 of those years and he used it a lot for gaming.
I’m not sure if this is the appropriate reaction or not, but I totally feel bad for these kids. I mean, sure, they lead a luxurious life, but how can you truly enjoy playing Champagne Pong if you’ve never played Beer Pong with PBR in the moldy basement at some house party in the shady part of town?
Quite frankly, I don’t think that they truly appreciate anything. …but maybe I’m just a leeettle jealous.
This site is hilarious and terrible at the same time. I am freely admitting my jealousy.