Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Uber Alles Doesn't Live Here Anymore

It's official...I've given up hope that my iPod will ever return to me. The last time I saw it, it was swimming in a drawer full of pens and markers. Earbuds are rare creatures in this universe: they carry a special, viral kind of entropy, enabling them to become entangled like christmas tree lights into even the most pristine, uncomplicated environment. The last time I saw them and all my DK bootleg tracks, they were nestled in the back of a dusty drawer. One I thought I could pillage at my leisure.

My poor neighbors. Every day is Dias de los Muertos Kennedys when you have a treadmill and desk speakers.

And happy hour is now enforced by law.