Imaginary butt

I am not going to blog ANYFIN until my iMac (which I ordered in my imaginary Apple store with my imaginary money) is here.
I refuse to blog with my old laptop because the screen is waaaay too small and the fonts DEMANDED my soul to be served at the altar of a satanic ritual. It is an old laptop. And when something that old said NO CAN DO KIDDO, GIVE ME YOUR SOUL OR IMMA EAT YOUR FACE BEFORE YOU EVEN HIT THE PUBLISH BUTTON, you can't do anything but to obey.
iMac, you better get your imaginary butt here ASAP or else!