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I Have Only This To Say:
Computers crapping out in the middle of fannish love letters make the Baby Jesus cry.
Especially when restoring saved draft gives me...a parenthesis. A beginning parenthesis, followed by a whole lot of nothing.
Bitches.
ANTI-love,
Strina
P.S. You can never recall a love letter word for word, either! That's the point! It's about words riding the tide of feeling!
In conclusion, I hope you die. I don't know who you are, but something made my computer go crazy, and I hope you die, and I hope you go to a circle of hell containing nothing but cocktail parties filled with self-important middle-managers forever. And I hope those little cocktail weenies? Give you botulism.
Especially when restoring saved draft gives me...a parenthesis. A beginning parenthesis, followed by a whole lot of nothing.
Bitches.
ANTI-love,
Strina
P.S. You can never recall a love letter word for word, either! That's the point! It's about words riding the tide of feeling!
In conclusion, I hope you die. I don't know who you are, but something made my computer go crazy, and I hope you die, and I hope you go to a circle of hell containing nothing but cocktail parties filled with self-important middle-managers forever. And I hope those little cocktail weenies? Give you botulism.