HTML, You Are a Fiend!

It didn't have to be like this, you know. We could have had something beautiful. It was so sweet of you to respect my boundaries. We flirted, you showed me how to make links, add pictures, even see how many people came to my site. You knew I was a computer-code virgin, and you took things slow; you didn't rush me, you let me come to you when I was ready. I loved you, HTML, I thought I knew you. And then you turned on me. You turned my website into gobbledygook. It was Armageddon on my screen, and I nearly wept in despair--that is, until I remembered I had made a backup copy of my template. That's right, HTML, I had backup!!! All I wanted was to make my comments disappear and reappear on demand. Is that asking so much? And now my computer-genius "husband" (we'll discuss the meaning of the quotes later) will see this post, figure out what I was trying to do, and do it on his own (albeit lame-ass) blog first. HTML, I trusted you. I gave you a chance.

This. Means. War.

Oh, and by the way Java... don't think you're getting off just because you're a homophone for my morning beverage of choice. HTML will feel lucky when I'm through with you.