the internet hates me…

the internet hates me

The internet and I have been together for as long as I can remember.  That’s really not saying a lot because when it all comes down to it, I can’t remember much.

For a while there, I though the internet and I were getting along fine.  It was always there for me when I needed it, told me things I needed to hear, things I shouldn’t have to hear and a few things I forgot… I honestly forgot more than I remember… I think.

But this morning, it feels… different.  I feel as though the internet is taking my links and burying them in cookies, code, archives and all other nether regions of the world wide wonder.  I cannot rise to the top because I cannot hold enough air.  So I float…unmoving… that’s why the internet hates me.

I will of course try and make it right somehow… but for now I’m going to lick my wounds and float.  What else is a Bob supposed to do?