my pocket of love
so funny story for those.. who may not have.laughed at me yet..
in that class that maya and i were painting the set for that play i tried to get maya to listen to MC Chris (yeah.. thanks a lot kyle.) when it (turtle) slipped out of my hand and i couldn't see where it went. my eyes drifted .. or sped towards that bucket of brown paint. after staring blandly at it wondering what the fuck happened. it was realized through mayas laughing fit .. that it was indeed my little ipod shuffle (turtle), floating in the bucket of brown paint. i dropped my ipod shuffle in a bucket of brown paint. so rushing it to the the ladies bathroom i proceeded to kinda maybe wash it off with water and furiously dry it off with paper towels after realizing that watering maybe not have been a great idea...
so i let it dry a bit then put on the head phones.. it wasn't pretty.. screamed a bit in pain and made some tids of music skip. it was pretty loud and i almost dropped it again.
so after being laughed at by the following people.. maya.. jim..paul... cory.. david.. kyle..
i took the bus home wondering how i should relate this terrifying news to my dad.
after blunting the truth. he laughed too..
but today i unplugged it from its nesting place of charge.. and it went blink green. and i love you anna so i will play you a song.
so here i am back with my love turtle about to curl up in bed with that book im borrowing from liza and listen to the sweet melody of little turtle sing the violent femmes and franz ferdinand in my ear.
<3 • <3
in that class that maya and i were painting the set for that play i tried to get maya to listen to MC Chris (yeah.. thanks a lot kyle.) when it (turtle) slipped out of my hand and i couldn't see where it went. my eyes drifted .. or sped towards that bucket of brown paint. after staring blandly at it wondering what the fuck happened. it was realized through mayas laughing fit .. that it was indeed my little ipod shuffle (turtle), floating in the bucket of brown paint. i dropped my ipod shuffle in a bucket of brown paint. so rushing it to the the ladies bathroom i proceeded to kinda maybe wash it off with water and furiously dry it off with paper towels after realizing that watering maybe not have been a great idea...
so i let it dry a bit then put on the head phones.. it wasn't pretty.. screamed a bit in pain and made some tids of music skip. it was pretty loud and i almost dropped it again.
so after being laughed at by the following people.. maya.. jim..paul... cory.. david.. kyle..
i took the bus home wondering how i should relate this terrifying news to my dad.
after blunting the truth. he laughed too..
but today i unplugged it from its nesting place of charge.. and it went blink green. and i love you anna so i will play you a song.
so here i am back with my love turtle about to curl up in bed with that book im borrowing from liza and listen to the sweet melody of little turtle sing the violent femmes and franz ferdinand in my ear.
<3 • <3