They're beginning to pile up.
I know. One day I'll be peering past a coffee cup proclaiming me the week of 3/6-3/12/12's best sandpaper salesman and long for my days of solitude and rest. One day.
Until then, I'm coming to realize that, though my disdain for most of them is great, I need people.
What on Earth will ease my pain?
Better....
I know! What always cheers me up?
A Haiku For A Dying iPod
My iPod's en route
To her savoir. Her maker
She hasn't met yet.
Get better headphone jack. I can't lose you. Your my only hope.
3.07.2007
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