Life with Diapers

I am the wife of a Corporate Drone by day, Rock Star by night. AND the best mom I can be to a gorgeous toddler. PLUS managing to work full time. And somehow I have turned 31.

Sunday, September 18, 2005

IPod be damned.

Dear G-man,

If I have to continue to see every fucking cd that my husband owns, piled up high all around our chair and ottoman, I will flip my ever-fucking lid.

There are CD caselogics and jewelcases piled up all around here and all he has done for this past week, besides schoolwork, is rip albums to his IPod. And he has purchased this monstrosity of an IPod player with a subwoofer and speakers, BUT IT ONLY PLAYS A FRIGGING IPod.!! I am sure if he did some research, he could have purchased a new stereo that was IPod compatable and you would be able to play CD's and Radio. OH But wait, why bother playing a CD when everyone one you own is on the IPod, Silly Me..... Duh....

Fuck IPod and fuck all these fucking cds and shit laying around here. We are slobs as it is but this is making shit worse....


fuckety fuck fuck shit damn god damn motherfucking bullshit


Tell Mary I said Hello, again...

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