Monday, June 18, 2007
Sheesh.
My dad thinks he knows a buncha junk about my computer. Because his computer is the 'better' model, he thinks he knows more than I do about mine. So when I ask him for help, he takes it as free reign to delete 'crap' from my computer. Crap such as better browsers, applications that make my life easier and so forth under the motto: 'It's taking up space, making her computer run slower or useless junk I wouldn't let touch my computer with a 10 foot pole.' and this makes it okay for him to delete said applications. WTF? I told him exactly what was wrong with my computer, and made him fix it A) because it was his stupid software that effed up my lappy in the first place and B) because I don't fee like taking the time. I am more than capable to fix my lappy on my own;done it a dozen times. But I feel since he didn't hear me out the first time (all i needed was the network key to go on the freakin' internet) and just shoved some software in my face that I told him wasn't what I needed, I'd make him do it. But apparently, no matter how many times I tell him what the matter is it doesn't matter. Because when he's on my computer, he's allowed to do what ever he damn well pleases. Aim? MSN Messenger? Never used! Out they go! Kodak and Adobe? Useless! Away with them! I swear, he blames the junk on my computer for my miseries, but he never stops to ask me why I have them.
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