So I totally haven't been giddy with excitement the past day or so. Nope. Because I definitely did not lose my wee green iPod some time ago and did not spend the last God-knows-how-long panicking about the loss of my little friend. Oh, and I certainly did not almost burst into joyful tears when one of my roommates held up dusty little Bliss (yes, I named it...that's not odd) from the nether-regions of the couch and handed it back to me. Nuh uh.
Kay, I lied. All of that indeed happened.
And now I am a happy girl, sitting in my room with Bliss clutched in my clammy little hand. I am now quite familiar in the cruel reality of music withdrawal, and in the strange hollow feeling in my pocket when a precious little rectangle is not persistently poking at my pelvis through the denim. Never has slight discomfort been so very gratifying! *Happy dance*
Do I know why I used all those negatives in telling my little story in the beginning? I have no clue. Maybe I'm just cryptic and subtle. But there's my story.
Kay, I lied. All of that indeed happened.
And now I am a happy girl, sitting in my room with Bliss clutched in my clammy little hand. I am now quite familiar in the cruel reality of music withdrawal, and in the strange hollow feeling in my pocket when a precious little rectangle is not persistently poking at my pelvis through the denim. Never has slight discomfort been so very gratifying! *Happy dance*
Do I know why I used all those negatives in telling my little story in the beginning? I have no clue. Maybe I'm just cryptic and subtle. But there's my story.
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