
Got the last black motorola DVR at the comcast office today.

Felt like more of a personal victory than it should have.
Why does it matter?
They have more storage space.
I swear.
My dad has the entire last season of Breaking Bad on his… once stored simultaneously alongside 50+ episodes of Top Gear.
FIFTY PLUS.
If I’m lying I’m dying.
(I’m dying anyway so that’s a stupid thing to say, isn’t it?)
Anyway. Obviously I’m super boring over breaks; I don’t really know what to tell ya. I’ve just been lurking around in my pajamas watching Californication and Game of Thrones, updating software for hours on end and reading every Brad Pike article on Thought Catalog because that’s the only thing worth expending eyeball energy on over there. I mean, he wrote one about having a mansion of cats; aspiring to obtain gainful employment as a surrogate Cat Friend; and supplying one lucky evil black cat with red contact lenses, a cape, and poison-tipped fangs. But don’t take my word for it.
