Just as a precaution, if you see me in the street, here is the kind of question I am getting tired of:
"You lost your entire hard drive? What, everything? Don't you back your stuff up? I always back my stuff up. I back it up nine times a day in three different languages and keep copies in four different buildings across five continents and then I send it to myself in a time machine and store it in a vacuum pack in the future."
And, to save time, here is my answer:
NO I DID NOT BACK MY STUFF UP OKAY YOU SMUG PRICK? I WAS BUSY. I HAD THINGS TO DO. I WAS "PLANNING" TO BACK MY STUFF UP. I WAS UNDER INSTRUCTIONS FROM RITA TO BACK MY STUFF UP. I DID NOT BACK MY STUFF UP. AND YOU KNOW WHAT? I HAVEN'T DONATED BLOOD FOR MONTHS EITHER. AND SOMETIMES I SWEAR AND QUITE OFTEN I FORGET PEOPLE'S NAMES AND ONE TIME I PLAYED A TRICK ON MY SCIENCE TEACHER BECAUSE I KNEW SHE WAS DEAF IN ONE EAR. I AM IN IMPERFECT PERSON IN MANY WAYS. BUGGER OFF, FOR INSTANCE.
That is all.
(Except this. Anthony Lane on Zellweger. Oh yes).
Pee hee hee. Oh Lozz.
I TOTALLY understand anger with Smug Pricks. Maybe we should dust-off the 'I Could Be Anybody' t-shirts for you to distribute to these hideous people?
Although, to rub salt in the wound, you were actually under instruction from YOURSELF to back up the hard drive, not me. It was you who told me to back up.
Which I did. After yours burnt to a crisp.
Sorry.
Kill me.
Ah Rits, perhaps it was just my joy at having you NOT be one of these people that made me think even better of you for not saying "I told you so" even if you didn't exactly tell me so. You could have. Bless your cotton socks that you didn't rub salt into my gaping wound. Yay you.
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