i feel so empty.
R.I.P. 2003-infinity
ipod, you will be missed. you stuck by me in the loneliest of times, through vacations and long commutes and boring days when all else just let me down. you chilled with me across the globe, and have as many frequent flier miles as i do - on the abandoned beaches of tai o in hong kong to the cramped dark hostels of europe, and shared in my excitement over boys and life and growing up, and all the heartbreak that came with it... you were there.
sorry i didn't watch you better, you're in some scumbag's greasy claws now. she's probably saying something like "what the fuck is a righteous jam?" or "i really like this whistle song. who's juelz santana?"
poll: as an appropriate punishment, should i cut off her hands or stick screwdrivers in her ears?