Dear USB stick,
I did love you.
A friend gave you to me and she had taken great effort to personalise you.
I put a ribbon on your arse so I could find you easily. It was aqua blue and I used to cut the small fraying inches off the end so you would always look glamorous.
You had a Gb of memory, more than enough for my pesky briefcase of writing back up.
I always treated you well, pushing that stupid ‘safely remove your hardware’ button to stop you freaking out.
I fretted over you, often driving back home to make sure you were always with me.
So WHY, WHY?? did you have to kamakaze from my handbag to God knows where? And I say God knows because i'm sure He watched me tear the city apart looking for you.
Where you are not:
- Under the bar chair at the casino where we drank champagne last night
- In the car
- Floating in the Yarra
- Still plugged into my work pc
- At the convention centre
- At the Royal Rose where we had birthday dinner with Freya
- On the street outside her house
- Chewed by Oliver
- On the 5th floor of the car park in the spot by the elevator
I know you did this on purpose. I have any number of crappy lipsticks in my handbag, much the same size as you, that NEVER go astray. After much soul searching, I can only come to the conclusion you are a faithless piece of hardware. My love was enduring and strong – while you just took the chance to leave me behind for greener pastures. I hope you find what you're looking for - mp3s, DivX, .jpgs - all those things I never offered you with my boring pile of .doc files.
I am sorely disappointed in you. I thought you were different.