last show watched: The Good Wife
on the iPod: Midnight Blue by Lou Gramm
I bought you years ago, excited by your compactness and memory capacity. You were black, with a little flip button, which was a glorious change to all my other clunky drives. And yes, I admit you initially served me well, saving all those high res. photos and clearing space on my ornery hard drive. You saw me through two PCs, giving me a little buzz when you saved with no problems, no Blue Screen of Death and no inexplicable power outs. I began to put my faith in you, little did I know you’d commit the worst betrayal of all.
And now you’ve gone. Where, I do not know. You took my trust and ground it into the dirt without so much as a clue. Sometimes I hope you’re in a far, far better place, where you get to defrag to your heart’s content and gambol with other like-minded USB drives. But then I recall how you stole ALL my works-in-progress documents and photos, leaving me with a scummy three-month old backup on the detachable hard drive, with nothing but twin alternating fires of fury and helplessness burning in my belly. So now I pray you fell into the garbage bin and were crushed into oblivion.
I cannot forgive you.