hey buddy.
listen.
i am so fond of you.
the past three (four?) years i've spent with you have been some of the best i've ever lived.
i don't know what's happened between us lately.
at first, when your glossy screen would suddenly begin to fade--to divide into horizontal lines that would dissolve one by one--and the sound would cut off mid-song, i assumed it was just a little fluke. no big deal. a bump in the relationship. we mustered up all the courage in our stubborn little hearts, i held down the center and up buttons simultaneously for six seconds, and we trudged right on through. you always blinked slowly back to life, groggily displaying a half-awake grey apple (the almost imperceptible icon of a certain near-monopoloid enterprise) before the cool glow returned abruptly to your voltaic cheeks. things went back to normal.
but then you started doing things i'd never seen before! "cannot be synced because the required disk cannot be found." what are you talking about, little friend? you ARE the required disk. you are right there. i found you. here you are, cradled in my cold hands. i bet you can feel the pulse in the crook between my thumb and forefinger. i bet it feels funny.
remember that time you did sync, but when i turned you on, you didn't have any music in you? weird.
remember that time i took you out of your case, and you turned off and wouldn't turn back on? it was then that i realized that your case is the only reason you keep functioning at all. it's like in signs, when mel gibson's wife is pinned to a tree by m. night shyamalan's truck, and the only reason she's still alive is because the truck is holding her together. a gruesome comparison, but an accurate one, i imagine.
now hey, i really want this to work out. i want to be with you forever. i can't have any of this one-sided relationship stuff going on. i'm working hard, here. man up, will you? i'm not paying for another one of you. SHEESH. might wanna take a page of out of my trusty ol' dictionary's book. i mean--you get me.
choose.
me or the trash can.
pal.
not messing around,
annie.
1 week ago
9 comments:
I'm sending Rachel to your blog! I've heard nothing but IPOD woes for years, from her and the other kids!
But Zunes are no better-Ben's just died(Of course, just out of warranty).
I think the people who make these EXPENSIVE electronics are the same guys who make PANTY HOSE!You pay all that money but you don't get your monies worth! They quickly break(get a run in them) and then you feel like you need to get another!It's a racket.
Ha ha ha ha, panty hose are a racket. The manufacturer of panty hose are laughing at us right now.
I've never had an Ipod. In some ways, it is better to stay single. There isn't all this complication.
annie.
honey.
you just need a new internal battery. dad can put it in for you. it costs like 15 bucks.
Emma.
If all it is is a new battery, why then, did you just spend a bucket of money on a new one?
Only wondering since so many college expenses loom in your very near future.
mom
because i filled that one up, it was like 5 years old and it only had 6 gigs. ok.
Annie, thanks for your good writing. A real pleasure to read. -Max
gee, thanks max!
emma, not possible!
anna & mrs t., hose are stupid!
If it isn't a battery, look into sansa clips. I love mine and they are much cheaper than iPods.
Oh my goodness... Aunt Suzanne's example of panty hose is awesome. :) ha ha.
I'm not a big fan of my ipod, but I really enjoyed your letter to your ipod. I'm more of a carry my laptop around and listen to all my music on that person. heh.
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