Closing Time It's 5:15pm and I'm sitting at my desk at work, counting the minutes as they slowly crawl by. 15 more minutes left and I'm done...
I've had writer's block recently if any of you have noticed. For example, it took me 8 minutes to write these three sentences. 7 more minutes left...
I got an iPod. That's relatively exciting even though I'm about 2 years behind the bandwagon. During my pre-iPod days I would see every other person on the Subway with those signature white earbuds. It felt like everybody was in on the secret except for me...flashing those white earbuds at everybody who didn't have them. 4 minutes left. They instilled feelings of envy and longing in the less fortunate like myself. "You know you want me, you want to be cool like the rest of us" they said. Those elitest bastards. I hated them. I tried so hard to find another mp3 that would match the iPod and everything it represented but I couldn't. It was all a facade. I was too weak. I succumbed to the pressures of society once again and bought myself an iPod. I'm such a wannabe elitest bastard.
