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Heather and I were talking, and she pointed this out to me from Sarah’s website.
My stupid asshole brother apparently came over this afternoon and broke my ipod. My $300 ipod. The one I saved for and bought when I got out of the hospital. He apparently destroyed the bottom of the ipod where the USB connects. I am heartbroken over this. I don’t have the money to replace this. I am so upset.
This leads to the following…
Me: what kind of ipod?
Heather: mini
Me: like the one I have?
Heather: yes
I’ve never really liked the whole iPod thing. I’m a radio guy, and I always will be enamored with the idea of live talk of whoknowswhat.
In 2004, Heather received the iPod as a gift. At night we’d be online together, me chatting with someone, her zoning into musical nirvana. She used it often, sometimes to be in peace, othertimes to simply rock out.
Last summer it broke. Depending on who you ask depends on what story you get. If you ask Heather or myself, we think the Lil’ Baby Moo threw it around. If you ask him, he wants to know where Mommy and Daddy hid his toy.
If you ask the guy at the Apple store we went to so we could replace it, we have no idea what happened; it just stopped working. But we didn’t go there until after Heather bought a new iPod. Meaning we now have two, one for her and one for me.
So while Heather is rocking her heart out with her new iPod, I’m here with… well… the other one that has no music on it. It’s been like that since August, and probably will remain as such until forever. I think Heather knew this, and as I read Sarah’s site I knew where Heather was going.
Heather wants to send it out. And seriously, what am I going to do with it, anyway? It would be better off in Sarah’s hands.
Besides, I’m too busy jamming with my transistor radio.
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