A friend of mine wanted to listen to the contents of my iPod one day, and after making her swear on her life that she won't drop it, I suggested that she start with Gaza (not the best suggestion ever, but whatevs...).

No more than 2 minutes into the first couple of tracks, she fucking dropped it. Outside. On concrete. I swear that time stopped while my face lost all of its color. She looked at me like a deer in headlights, and whispered a hurried apology. But all I could hear was the sound of the Vizpod hitting the pavement. *shudder* The only thing that kept me from wanting to rip her face open, was the realization that I am too fucking young to go to jail.

My attachment to my muzaks border on the edge of insanity, and I'm pretty sure that I may have overreacted, but DUDE. Thankfully, the vizpod was unharmed, and still provided the blasties when instructed to do so.

Just thinking about it again, turns my tummy inside out. I know, I know. I'm a little craezy. But ya luff it so mutts.