Gangsters, Bitches & Nerds
Saturday, 10 October 2009 | 8:09 pm
I'm officially iPod-less.
Only temporary (collection is on Wednesday), of course, but still! No handheld music player? Oh, fuck me. At least Mr. Discman is still around, yeah?
My sister and I went to the service centre on North Bridge Road, took a queue number and waited for number 136 to be called with my heart thumping. For some reason, I was distressed. I swear. Hands trembling. Voice sort of shaking. My mind kind of in an awful disarray.
I guess I was just afraid that they wouldn't want to service it or something because it was just the click wheel, even though I bloody well know they couldn't turn me away because damn it, I've got a year warranty!
And my God, what a disturbing sight that click wheel was. It was jutting out of the body and if I accidentally pushed it, I could just see underneath it. And to think that I paid that ridiculous amount of money—my hard-earned money—to own it, is just so fucking upsetting.
So upsetting that I dreamed of going to Nubox and conversing with the salesman like we're lifelong buddies. I vaguely remember saying to Dream Salesman: "...bought it from the iPod store itself and then this shit happens!"
He gave me this protective cover thing which didn't exactly help and then suddenly the dream turned into another story entirely, which I'm not about to go into details because it's surreal in that post-Apocalyptic way that makes you run around a ghost town trying to find out what fuck just went down.
And boy, did I run.
There was fucking Spongebob in the mayhem.
I know: WTF, right?
(Ho ho ho. I just IMed with Fake. We're going to watch 500 Days of Summer tonight. Yay!)
So I woke up, with the sound of thunder rumbling and accidentally kicking Junior in the face (sorry!) and decided, right, that was it. I'm going to call Nubox and sort this thing out.
Service Man didn't turn me away. I was overjoyed when he said he was going to replace my iPod with a new one since the "intermittent click wheel is unresponsive". Sort of. It was just jutting out, man, but whatever resolves the issue is fine by me.
And I'm going to have to build my Gangsters, Bitches & Nerds playlist - again.
Oh, what did you do to me, Koene?
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I'm so fucking distressed over Liverpool's performance lately.
Bastards.
Gah!!!
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Oh, look at the time.
I'mm go meet Fake now.
Friends Don't Let Friends Drink Friends
Monday, 5 October 2009 | 11:46 pm
There was a TV reunion tonight. I'm talking about, of course, Supernatural.
Let's think back.
When was the last time that I actually watched the show?
Oh, that's right, that was season 2, back when AXN Beyond didn't exist. Right, so how long ago was that? I'm thinking about 2 to 3 years? I'm not too sure, but it does feel too long, and I have no bleeping idea what went down in season 3 and then suddenly season 4 is playing on AXN, which is just swell, really, but I am oh! So clueless. True, the show has summarised the previous season in, what, thirty seconds' worth of introductory clip before season 4 officially starts? Yeah. Got some idea but I'm not really satisfied.
And now Dean's back from Hell. Oh, so cool, that man. And there's an angel, and according to him, God has work for Dean. Hmm... Oh! Sam's definitely hiding something. No clue as to who Ruby is. Oh, yeah, Sam has this weird power thing that killed the feisty demoness.
What. The. Fuck.
Blah. I guess Wikipedia is my next best source to sort everything out.
And really, True Blood advertisement isn't really helping. I'm itching to just call and subscribe to Cinemax.
Bastards.