I'm a Mess

OK kids, you know it's time to dig deep and give green to the "Let's Get Ariel Laid" Fund when she starts to lust after the Mac guy. When I see these ads I get squishy. I sigh and wonder how to get the Mac guy out of his carefully-worn-intentionally-baggy Diesel jeans, tug his carefully-faded blue American Apparel T off his not-quite-buff-but-almost bod. Now understand that I wouldn't give this obviously Prius-drivin', web site-designin', Belle & Sebastian-listenin, Americano-drinkin' dude the time of day in any other situation. But put him next to dorky-assed PC who represents all I hate about employment and bam. Another one of Steve Jobs' twisted schemes to keep me as his Apple bitch has worked. Again.