Thursday, June 07, 2007

Karma Bites Me In The Butt

On Tuesday, I was writing an entry about how my ex husband was getting married for the third time. And yeah, it was probably a little snarky. But I really don't think that was a good reason for my computer to go nuclear and completely crash the operating system. Do you?

I've spent the last two days on the phone with various computer agencies and wound up completely resetting my computer, losing all the data (like programs and pictures) that had been stored on it. Oh yeah, and my book. sigh.

I also have to purchase a new Windows office program, since I do not have the software. double sigh.

Lesson: Never get snarky about your ex. Or perhaps, My ex's babymama is a voodoo priestess. I'm not sure.

Shit, was that snarky?
Posted by Jennie at 10:47 AM
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2 comments:

jennyonthespot said...

BIG BUMMER! However, I like snarky... it's all worth it if you can get in a good slam :)

1:19 PM
Jennie said...

He's too pathetic to slam. Though I do enjoy calling his fiance "babymama." Never gets old. hee hee

2:26 PM

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