my new computer (though computer really does seem like an understatement) arrived a few days ago.
my sister-in-law, beautiful saintress she is, allowed my precious to be delivered to her house, lest the theives and disreputable characters of my neighborhood take advantage of my new and unblemished vigin bride.
(i promised to say nice things about her on here when i talked about the computer)
my first task, when faced with this beautfiul, smart, sexy creature, was to create a name for it.
obviously, a mac book pro is deserving of a good name. something kind of trendy and artsy. like someone you would pick up at a poetry reading in greenwich village. oh, and i can see her! sitting at a table with some book you've never heard of; her dark hair cropped close to her porcelain skin; dark glasses; probably black clothes (but maybe not). this is a girl that would change your life, if you could ever muster the courage to talk to her. to ask her name.
i polled a good number of people while at work last night and we did come up with a few possible names. none of which i will tell you now. it seems that listing them would only give way to personal doubt of my decision, which is now, hopefully, a permanent one. but lets just say that there were a few and most of them were foreign. but no name for my little mac-y poo came from it.
what was i to do?
the girl that i love this week came in at around this point and, seeing a chance to talk to her, i brought her (and her pretty cool, hopefully "just" friend) in on the situation. and though i learned that her sister fits my personified description of my, oh so glorious, mac i decided pretty quickly that francis was not the name for me.
i also learned that my crush's name has four syllables, (delores? victoria? wait, thats five syllables. damn it.) she uses the word 'dig' fairly frequently, loves andrew jackson (andrew jackson!?) and is in the habit of creating imaginary siblings (my imaginary sister ashleigh, which will soon have a myspace page, is now dating her imaginary older brother tommy. they seem to work well.)
but alas, no name.
i had no choice. slowly, with palms sweating, i approached the fictional table and looked my personification right in the eye. she put down her ipod (of course) and stared right back. (very sultry)
"whats your name?" i asked, my voice cracking faintly.
"alice."
alice.
alice?
alice!
sure, its an older name, one that you wouldnt guess. but, to me, its sexy as hell; invoking any number of wonder lands for me to discover. i liked it.
"its nice to meet you, alice"
"nice to meet you. would you like to sit down? i have a ton of music, and high speed internet."
"you know, i think i would."
life might just turn out to be good
9:07 a.m. - 2007-01-11
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