Bloody HELL
Hello peeps, am aware I've pretty much disapeared from the radar over the last week but I've been incredibly ill, still am but thought I'd pop my head in and say hi.
I'm furious with my brother though. To start with at the beginning if my little illness he decided he wanted me to take a dvd back for him, proceeding to then blackmail me with computer access when I said that he would have to do it cos I was too ill. At this point I figured that since at this stage the illness was mild I'd go he decided I'd denyed too long.
I proceded to pick up the dvd and tell him that if he was going to blackmail somebody he could at least carry it through and set off for the door, which seemed to offend him and he decided to remove my privilages anyway.
Later that night he saw me shivering, coughing, retching etc etc and realised that my illness WASN'T as ficticious as he liked to believe so told me that I could go on the computer.
Great, I thought, my brother hasn't slipped back into immaturity, he just lost his temper.
Today I come on the computer (first day I've felt well enough all week) and turn media player on to play some of my music, only to be told it doesn't exist anymore...well thats ok I thought...as long as the months and months of concept work and designs is still there its all fine.
No he deleted my entire folder...ransacked the recycle bin and discovered hes deleted it entrelly from the computer.
Fucking brilliant.
I'm furious with my brother though. To start with at the beginning if my little illness he decided he wanted me to take a dvd back for him, proceeding to then blackmail me with computer access when I said that he would have to do it cos I was too ill. At this point I figured that since at this stage the illness was mild I'd go he decided I'd denyed too long.
I proceded to pick up the dvd and tell him that if he was going to blackmail somebody he could at least carry it through and set off for the door, which seemed to offend him and he decided to remove my privilages anyway.
Later that night he saw me shivering, coughing, retching etc etc and realised that my illness WASN'T as ficticious as he liked to believe so told me that I could go on the computer.
Great, I thought, my brother hasn't slipped back into immaturity, he just lost his temper.
Today I come on the computer (first day I've felt well enough all week) and turn media player on to play some of my music, only to be told it doesn't exist anymore...well thats ok I thought...as long as the months and months of concept work and designs is still there its all fine.
No he deleted my entire folder...ransacked the recycle bin and discovered hes deleted it entrelly from the computer.
Fucking brilliant.