Happy Cinco de Mayo...I love my iPod and my iPod loves me
Once again I partied with Cinco de Mayo, hung out with old friends, saw exposed flesh, made out with complete strangers wearing cowboy hats, drank rita's and Coronas until my skin turned yellow, and once again Cinco de Mayo kicked my @ss.
I woke up this morning, still drunk, with a bruise on my thigh, of which I have no idea how I got it, and I just noticed that I can't open my jaw wide enough to eat my free bagel.
I took my iPod with me this morning and I set it to Shuffel...it was as if my iPod knew I had one heII of a hang over and I couldn't take a lot of noise. It played some really chill music. Some I totally forgot I had in there.
I think my iPod cares for me a great deal.

