Dear Bastard Child...

Finally, bastard child otherwise known as iTunes 7, you are off my PC. Good riddens you gigantic peice of shit. I will stick with 6 thank you very much. In the short week I had you, your incompetence has lead me to hours of frustration, a computer that just hasn't quite functioned properly since you came along, an iPod that has crashed not once but several times, and a new grey hair in my bangs. I hate you iTunes 7. I don't care if I did enjoy your glossy new finish. I don't give a rats ass that I can't download movies onto my iPod now. I really couldn't careless that with your creation, I would finally be able to play Tetris whenever I want too. You are just more trouble than you are worth.

Tidbits...

Frat dudes on fixed gears

the word pants= funny!!

metal is the new indie

it's just a star. No I am not from Texas. No I am not a cowboys fan. It's just a star.

To my communist friend: congratulations on your impending nuptials. I couldn't be more happy for you. I see great sandwiches in your future.