The other day I was in my girlfriend's parent's downstair's dining room's table updating my browser software. My daily goal of 1000 words or 4 straight hours of writing was stalled by the process. But it stopped altogether when I finished the install program, closed the window and read something on the screen.

"Real estate listings? Why was I looking at real estate listings for studios in New York?" I then remembered that I had updated the Safari software to the beta version. "Goddamit! Fucken real estate listings bug..."

I went to go write an email to the developer so that everyone who used their new software wouldn't be subjected to seeing real estate listings for studio apartments under $1500.

But when I got there somehow the bug had made it so that my girlfriend's gMail account was open, not mine. It was open to an email to a friend of hers. And goddamit, the fucking bug had already infiltrated my girlfriend's email account. I always close her account when it's open because reading someone else's email is the crappiest thing you can do. But something caught my eye.

"I'm breaking up with Brendan. It's just not working anymore." Can you fucken believe that? Now I have to go download the old software and find a roommate. Stupid software developers.

I'm going to write them such a fucken letter when I stop crying.