Angry Does Not Even Begin To Explain This

Why, Hello Internet!

How are you? How's the family? And your dog...Fluffy...that's his name right?...yes, well how's fluffy doing?

Have I distracted you with my casual conversational banter yet?

I guess not...

Well, I know  you are probably wondering where the (please forgive my French) fuck all those wonderfully witty posts that I promised you earlier this week are. I mean I promised you updates about my life thus far, and as of right now I  have failed to deliver them. I am officially the epitome of the cable guy that makes you wait at home between the hours of 1p.m. - 3p.m and never shows up. Well internet there is a very simple explanation for that...I am an asshole. Yeah, I know I said it, and I will say it again...I'm an asshole. I know I am despicable, the scum of the earth, and I feel really bad about that. But, I do have a very good reason  for my lack of posts, and it is simply that the flash drive containing my pre- written posts is officially M.I. FREAKIN' A.!

Over the past week while I was supposed to be working I have been writing various blog posts detailing every mundane detail of my pathetic life. I have been saving them on my flash drive, so I can upload them later in the privacy of my own home where the evil IT guys won't yell at me for going on the internet for "personal use." So instead of working like a good little employee I wrote a total of  four posts filled to the brim with sarcasm and wit with a little humor mixed in for good measure. However, after I saved these amazing Pulitzer Prize winning posts to my flash drive on Thursday night my flash drive flew the coop, and has not been seen since. I've search high and low and I cannot find that little treasure of technology  anywhere.

Let me tell you internet this is making me very nervous. I mean not nervous in the sense that I have sex tapes or incriminating pictures saved on there, but nervous in the sense that my life of literary work is saved on that flash drive.  I literally have everything  from my nanowrimo novel to the worst essay I have ever written (which coincidentally was for Pols104 a class I took for 2 weeks before dropping it in my sophomore year of college.) My entire writing history is on that flash drive, and it is a little unnerving to think that it could be lost forever. It's not that I would feel embarrassed if someone came across it and read that horrible Walt Whitman essay I wrote for  English 285, or my Harry Potter Fan fiction I never finished. Because that doesn't bother me one bit. I mean all English major's have to bullshit an essay or two at some point right? What does  bother me is the fact that  my work is out there and I have absolutely no control over what happens to it now. I mean think about it what if I wake up in January and find out my nanowrimo novel is a best seller, and the guy who stole my flash drive changed the ending. I mean that would be absolutely horrible. I don't want people seeing my work especially if it is unfinished. I want to be the one to decide how and when my work is made public. I don't like the fact that some jerk could do anything he wants with my unfinished work. It's just really frustrating and I wish I could find my flash drive.

Anyway, I think I am done venting, and I will try to do something about recreating the genius that was those lost  posts. So stay tuned.

--Bridget

Here's a pic that summarizes mood right now. ( This was taken at monster golf in Windsor Locks.)

Here's a pic of me missing the clown's mouth 16 times in a row.:(  Here's a fun fact about me...I suck at golf of any kind.