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[notvictorious]

So it actually took this long to get the computer up and running again.

Tim. Everybody. I'm really sorry for that thing I posted. What I did. There is literally no way to talk about this without sounding like a bigger culo than I already am, so can we skip to the part where everyone is mad at me or something?

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[reanimated]

What? Who's mad at you? No man, it was hilarious.

[notvictorious]

Whatever, man. Have you heard from Jenny yet?

[reanimated]

Still waiting on that.

[notvictorious]

Sorry.

[reanimated]

Oi would you stop apologising? Wasn't your fault, everything ELSE was hilarious, case closed. Everyone's a winner.

[notvictorious]

Except for everyone I embarrassed!

[detectivewonder]

We need to talk.

[notvictorious]

Yeah.

[detectivewonder]

That was your desktop and not your own mainframe I crashed, right?

[notvictorious]

Let's just say if you'd have managed that I wouldn't be apologizing.

[detectivewonder]

Wanted to be sure.

Given that I'm less sure about my computer security than I used to be, I'd rather have this conversation in person. It won't take long, and I'm not planning to hit you over the head with anything.

[notvictorious]

Awesome. Sure.

[subspaceflowers]

Are you actually sorry, or just sorry that you got counter-hacked?

[notvictorious]

I am legitimately 314% sorry. It was really screwed up.

[subspaceflowers]

Yeah. It was.

Question is: Why do it in the first place? Anyone could have seen that shitstorm coming from miles away.

[notvictorious]

I don't know. I wouldn't have done it any other time. I don't want to blame it on that chocolate stuff though, that's just trying to avoid responsibility for what I did, right?

[subspaceflowers]

Pretty much.

You invaded someone's privacy, and then posted it all over the network where others could see it too and get pissed off at the person you wronged, leaving him with his proverbial dick in his hand while he tried to clean up the mess that you made.

I don't think anyone's gonna feel bad for your computer, dude.

[shes-traught.livejournal.com]

I'm not mad.

[notvictorious]

Thanks?

[shes-traught.livejournal.com]

You were drugged. Not your fault.

[misery-chic.livejournal.com]

Do you want people to be mad at you?

[notvictorious]

Not really.

[misery-chic.livejournal.com]

Um ... OK. Just checking.

[notvictorious]

Sorry.

[misery-chic.livejournal.com]

For what? You didn't write the damn thing. Tim did.