June 26 2006

I wasn't going to write anything today, but my iPod is freaking out and I'm waiting to find out what's wrong with it.  If my iPod dies, I will be permanently crushed.  In case you don't know what that means: I LIVE OFF OF MY IPOD.  I don't know what I would do without my iPod.  Nothing would be the same.  If it really does die or is beyond repair, I'll probably crawl into a dark, cold, empty hole, and stay there forever… and you would never know who I am, that is until someone found the hole, pulled out my bones, and looked in my wallet.

Well, this has been long and pointless.  I'm sure that you are a much less interesting person now simply because you read this.  I'm sorry if this killed your last few brain cells.