Dear iPod: Go Fuck Yourself
I see this may be impossible, so I'll settle for you playing with your headphone cords and having sexual encounters with the USB port, which clearly needs some stimulation to work faster.
Oh, but before that, thank you, for finally waking up, after 2 WEEKS of being dead to me. I seriously contemplated ending this relationship, and even reverted to taking my extremely outdated DISCMAN on extended busrides. (It is difficult to find a pocket that will accomodate it's girth.) I am dreadfully sorry for betraying you in this way, but given the circumstances, I think you'll find my actions were somewhat to be expected.
Love?
Your mistress,
Andrea
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(Un)ironically, I got a turntable for Christmas. And a vinyl collector's start up kit, with 37 records my Dad deemed essential. Wrapped individually. With a clue for each one. Maybe one day if I'm into REALLY procrastinating, I'll post the clue for each record, and y'all can guess. (Except for the inside jokes, obviously.) That would be my idea of fun.
However, I may need to chuck one of my desk's to give this new appliance a home. I have two desks (one for homework and junk, one for computer) and the former I rarely use, other than to shove random items into it multiple drawers. So I'm thinking I could take the road to ruin and replace said desk with turntable, super old blown speakers (til I can afford new ones) and a beanbag chair.
Would go well with the bead curtains, eh? Yes, I should think so.
But this of course means migrating my stereo over to the computer console, which then renders my shelf of random doom useless. And then WHERE oh WHERE would my Yellow Submarine figurines, Simpsons trivia game and Wall of Randomness (copyright me 2004) go?
Comment and say I have too much time on my hands, I dare you.
Oh, but before that, thank you, for finally waking up, after 2 WEEKS of being dead to me. I seriously contemplated ending this relationship, and even reverted to taking my extremely outdated DISCMAN on extended busrides. (It is difficult to find a pocket that will accomodate it's girth.) I am dreadfully sorry for betraying you in this way, but given the circumstances, I think you'll find my actions were somewhat to be expected.
Love?
Your mistress,
Andrea
--
(Un)ironically, I got a turntable for Christmas. And a vinyl collector's start up kit, with 37 records my Dad deemed essential. Wrapped individually. With a clue for each one. Maybe one day if I'm into REALLY procrastinating, I'll post the clue for each record, and y'all can guess. (Except for the inside jokes, obviously.) That would be my idea of fun.
However, I may need to chuck one of my desk's to give this new appliance a home. I have two desks (one for homework and junk, one for computer) and the former I rarely use, other than to shove random items into it multiple drawers. So I'm thinking I could take the road to ruin and replace said desk with turntable, super old blown speakers (til I can afford new ones) and a beanbag chair.
Would go well with the bead curtains, eh? Yes, I should think so.
But this of course means migrating my stereo over to the computer console, which then renders my shelf of random doom useless. And then WHERE oh WHERE would my Yellow Submarine figurines, Simpsons trivia game and Wall of Randomness (copyright me 2004) go?
Comment and say I have too much time on my hands, I dare you.