Exposure

So, I’m officially mad. Not in the oh my god I’m being consumed by water bugs but not really kind of mad. But the CompUSA has had my camera in for repair for two months now and it’s still not fixed yet kind of mad. Yeah, you read that — two months. Two months is long enough for me to be visibly pregnant (if that were biologically possible at this stage in the human experience, and thank the Lord it’s not). Enough time for a presidential recount to go from the voters, through the Florida state courts and on to the Supreme Court of the United States (and that’s government work, people).

WHERE IS MY CAMERA COMPUSA? They don’t know. They hate me for taking advantage of the extended warranty my Dad bought when he got me the camera a year ago. My theory is that my camera is sitting on a shelf in the bowels of CompUSA on 57th Street, tagged with a sign saying, “Ignore me.”

My life is an empty shell of picture-less depression because of you, CompUSA. I hope you are happy!