Who came up with the CD? This is supposed to be progress from cassette tapes? Sure, it was a pain in the ass to rewind and fast-forward them all the time, but at least they played straight through without skipping!
I guess you could say it is my own damn fault for not taking proper care of my CDs... but I am sorry, CDs are just too damn vunerable! I only listen to them in the car, so it is virtually impossible to store them all in their individual jewel cases. I bought a leather CD visor storage thingy thinking that would solve all my CD problems. WRONG! It is hard as hell to dig them out while driving. Then I get smudges from my hands all over them.
I was grooving to "Tap The Bottle and Twist The Cap" by the Young Black Teenagers (all white guys, ironically. Ballsy.) and my CD started skipping like a mofo. I tried to scroll ahead, but to no avail. I popped in another CD in a vain attempt to save myself from inane morning show chatter, but Janet decided she didn't want to sing for me either.
BRING BACK THE 8 TRACK! I loved the grainy, hollow sound. It was haunting. Besides, there is no way to fuck up an 8 track. You could drive over a Steely Dan 8 track with a tank and still rock out afterwards.
I was so positive for the first time in awhile driving home from work yesterday. I was laughing at this douche who ran a red light, and I realized that was my first smile all day. Then I looked over and could actually SEE THE SUN! It made me have hope, for some reason. Sounds cheesy as hell, I know.
I was on my way to get my hair done. I haven't been in a salon in 3 years, so I was due. It's a little lighter then I wanted, but it's all streaky and dramatic. Cost a buttload. Of course, I got roped into buying their "exclusive line of products that are all-natural and will rejuvenate your lifeless hair." Isn't hair dead already? All I know is it smells pretty and it's soft to pet. Just like the rest of me.
By the way, I almost died this morning. I am not being dramatic. Some conversion van drivin' probable pedophile asshole wasn't looking where he was going, and when the traffic came to a standstill, he came one inch from piling into the back of my precious Prism (Prison) Pete. He had to swerve into the shoulder. I almost threw up. Now the rest of my life will be like "Final Destination" where I have to hide from death. Cheery!