I got hit with a computer virus. Not just a simple one. Nope, I got hit with one that rewrote 2800 documents and took most of my pictures. Some of what I lost was backed up on our desktop, but not all. I have no idea even what I'm missing, although I do know that all of it is irreplaceable.
During the season of giving, I wonder what would provoke someone to develop such a thing. I mean, what do you get out of this, other than a bunch of really bad Karma shooting back at ya? Do you sit, in your parent's basement, cackling with glee as your middle aged paunch jiggles? You worked so hard on creating this. Think what your hard work and dedication could have done at a job (because I know you don't have one). Think of how much good would come your way if your creativity was focused on good deeds.
I'd like you to know, dear Virus Writer, I haven't cried over this. I refuse to give you the satisfaction. I know, you are a lonely, sad, miserable human being (most likely with a small weiner, bad skin, and a Star Trek collection). You'll never be anything.
Taking a little time to play with words, to play with food, and just to play!