So if you ever wondered what COMES (ha ha you see what I just did there?) in a Condomania Pleasure Pack, wonder no more.
Because I bought one…and just like the un-boxing ( ha ha ha ha ) of my laptop, I give you the un-boxing (you see it’s supposed to be funny cause the word “box” is in there…erm…) of the Condomania Pleasure Pack
Be afraid be very afraid!
18.4” Full HD 16:9 (1920×1080) “Glossy” LCD
Dual nVIDIA GeForce GTX 285M 1GB GDDR3 in SLi
i7-920XM Extreme (2.0~3.2GHz, 55W) w/8M L3 Cache – 10Gb/s DMI I/O BUS
8GB (2 SODIMMS) DDR3/1333 Dual Channel Memory
500GB SATA II 3GB/s 7,200RPM Hard Drive (16MB Cache Buffer)
500GB SATA II 3GB/s 7,200 RPM Hard Drive (16MB Cache Buffer)
640GB SATA II 3Gb/s 5,400 RPM Hard Drive (8MB Cache Buffer)
RAID 0 enabled – 2 Hard Drives Only
Blu-Ray Burner/Reader/8x Super Multi Combo Drive
7-in-1 Memory Card Reader (All versions of MS + SD/MMC)
Built-in Intel® Centrino® Ultimate-N 6300 Wireless Card
Built-in Bluetooth Wireless
Windows 7 Ultimate – (64-Bit installed – 64 and 32-bit CD included)
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
William Butler Yeats
I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death’s oblivion lost;
And yet I am! and live with shadows tost
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life nor joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems;
And e’en the dearest–that I loved the best–
Are strange–nay, rather stranger than the rest.
I long for scenes where man has never trod;
A place where woman never smil’d or wept;
There to abide with my creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept:
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie;
The grass below–above the vaulted sky.
Tis’ the season to be militant…what?
No, not really. Let me explain…
First and foremost…I’m a Christmas girl. I love the shit out of Christmas. In fact I’ll be posting some pictures of Christmas from the two places that I spend the majority of my time lately, my uncle’s house and my mom’s house…but getting back to the topic at hand.
I love and celebrate Christmas…but around these parts we also celebrate Kwanzaa.
Now for a lot of people out there, Kwanzaa is a separatist non-holiday that some wacky black leader pulled out of ass one day on a whim.
But let me tell you what Kwanzaa means to me.