I'm a bad, bad Mags!
I shouldn't have done it.
It was really so naughty of me.
But it was just so sexy, sitting there in the Mac store at Barton Creek Mall; and it was clearly lonely and in need of a good, warm, home.
Mmmmmm...and it's soooo good. No! It's BAD! Stop this madness! Did it HAVE to be the 60 GB? Did you REALLY think you needed that POWERFUL and MANLY a machine? Why, why, why? Did you have illusions of wealth, or coolness, that you JUST. DO. NOT. POSSESS?
In a word; yes. It's mine. It's all mine. And I lurrrrrve it. I don't care what everyone else says. You just don't understand LOVE. (stomps off to room. With iPod.)
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Damn you. You outgigged me.
But I still love my iPod even if yours is more, ahem, well endowed.
I got the black one though...which makes me iGoth.
ok, weren't you the one who told me the other day you couldn't buy a new CD?? But a new IPod is ok? I guess I didn't understand the that there was a certain level you could go above but not below? Just jealous because that's what I want but the damn Wells Fargo people keep insisting I pay for this stupid house.
The Man and I agreed that this was a combination birthday, Christmas, and Mother's Day present. So, nothing for the rest of the year.
That's why she's pouting.
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