I dropped the ball on spreading the word on my mom's dead phone. My brother is angry and snappy about my "incessant Facebooking."
Well, guy, I guess you'll get to bitch about my blogging, but I doubt it's worth your notice.
I feel like I've been swatted across the nose like a dog that crapped in the corner. I wanted to tell him, "I'm sorry! I know I've been bad!" This last post I asked if he knew why Mom's phone crapped out prompted him to respond, "I have no idea. I don't have a rootkit."
Excuse me. Just excuse the shit out of me, will you please? And stay up on your throne, please, I do NOT wish to be judged.
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