The One Where I Become A True 20-Something

Walking to work this morning, I felt very cosmopolitian.  Not because I live in a suburb of Philadelphia.  Not because of my clothes.  Not even because I spent the hour before work listening to NPR.  Nay, I felt this way because, on my way to work, I was listening to Interpol (the band, not to be confused with the police force that goes after the likes of Mr. Ocean and his natorious ’11’).

Yes, I finally broke down and became a true member of my generation.  I bought an iPod.  I know what you are thinking:  Surely you jest!  Indeed, I do not.  And don’t call me Sherley.  Even more amazingingly, not only did I finally break down and get an iPod, but it is one of the fancy new iPod Touches (What it touch-es, though, I do not yet know…).   Yes, it seems that the world will come to an end now that I have done what I swore I would never do.  But it seems that I ought to finally come clean with my little secret–like any guy, I have a soft spot in my heart for gadgets.  Aside from my new investment, the coolest thing that I own is one of these.  Yes, I am a nerd.  But it shoots fire! And crawls! Over things!

At this point you are probably overwhelmed–two bombs dropped in a single 500 word confession!  The world is, without a doubt, doomed.  You may rest assured, though, that when the Earth splits open and fire and brimstone rain from the sky,  I will meet my doom the only way that I know how–rockin’.

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~ by sisypheanfeat on 8 January, 2009.

One Response to “The One Where I Become A True 20-Something”

  1. I’m disappointed in your i-pod purchase. They are the devil. THE DEVIL.

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