i was at the laundromat earlier,
sitting outside to people-watch
and flip through the new issue of dwell
when i realized that i didn't know where my ipod was.
i haven't used it since it started dying on me. it's old.
bought it in 2001. that's right, 2nd generation. early adoptor, that's me.
the new nanos are eye candy for eyes with a sweet... tooth.
anyway, so where the hell is my ipod?!
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