Feed me, Seymour, feed me
My ipod mini is not actually an ipod. Want to know what it really is? It’s the Earbudinator.
I’m now on my fourth set of earphones this year. Wth? In the first three sets it was the left earbud that zonked out. This last set it was the right one. I don’t get it. Is my ipod like a succubus for earphones? Does anyone else go through earphones like water or is my ipod just super special?
‘You need to find a shoe shale,’ shed Sean.
As I’ve whined before, my shoes (Asics 2130s) are being discontinued. However, in my half-assed online searching, I have yet to find a retailer that’s selling them for super cheap. I think the lowest price I've seen is about $85. That’s not cheap, my friends. Anyone have any retail website recommendations for me? I really want to buy another pair or two before they’re all gone, but I can’t afford to shell out a fortune for them right now.
Ode to my grey running trousers
Oh grey running trousers, how I love thee. Your legs are the perfect length. Your material is soft, breathable and sweatwicking. You form to my un-junk-filled tookus and actually make it look enticing. (Okay, maybe not enticing, but at least passable.) You don’t ride up and give me camel toe. We are a perfect fit. Or we were until I realized you make me look like I have bladder control issues and should probably be wearing Depends. Why do you make sweat marks so visible? Why do I consistently wipe my sweaty hands on my bum and compound the problem? I thought what we had was special. I feel betrayed. No longer will I consider you for my race day outfit. I think we need some time apart. Trust me, it’s for the best.
Yeah, that’s all I’ve got for today. I’m busy. Go bug someone else for a little while. Maybe I’ll find enough time before the weekend to put together another quiz. Or maybe that’ll be next week. Eh, who knows.