Today it occurred to me that my grieving will be a very long process.
I went to play the band/singer Muse on not!Muse only to realize that the album was loaded on Muse and didn't fit not!Muse. Very confusing I must say. Stupid nano.
DK asked me what I was bitching about and I told him. I tried to explain but he was hearing none of it. I said I was thinking about getting an iP4. He shook his head and told me to get over it. Then he said I needed to deal with my blackberry addiction first, then my unhealthy attachment to my, in his words *stupid*, iPod before I even thought about getting some other toy and I certainly did not need a new phone. Why I had to name my ipc Muse was stupid too because it was the name of a band and some actor that smokes, drinks, and sounds like he chewed barbed wire on some show I watch.
Of course I argued.
- DK names all of his vehicles with names like Bertha and Margaret and Ronda, so I fail to see where I am all that odd.
- Some Show? Hel-lo - it's NCIS. Think of it as my Raymond.
- Some Actor? An accomplished veteran of stage, television, and movies. And he cleans up very nice unlike *some* seniors. Plus, barbedwire voice is !HOT! And he doesn't smoke in real life. I don't think. Retard.
- I do not have a cell phone addiction. I have a shiny addiction...that Motorola and RIM indulge. And he has no room to talk bc when his Nokia died (remember them) he took my shiny, new RAZR. And when that died, the very day that my FLIP Pearl came in he stole that too. Now, I don't begrudge him that bc I was able to get CB, a most of the time wonderful 9330 Curve, all bright, shiny, and MAGENTA.
- But my main argument? Muse was a trusted friend who was with me for a long time. He never gave me a whit of trouble, unlike CB with whom I have a love/hate thing going on. Muse stuck with me when I exercised, when I walked, on a disasterous bicycle ride, long flights to VA with extended layovers in Detroit and back safely, and cross country EPIC road trips to VA, SD, NC, TX, MN, and every state driven through in between. All I had to do with him was plug him in to the car, pc, or wall for an hour and he was good to go for hours.
Then I tried to reason arguing with DK that, to me, the loss of Muse was comparable to how he would feel if his beloved television bit the dust. His reply?
I want it to die so I can get a 55 inch flat screen.
The man has no soul.