Some person (who shall remain nameless) borrowed my sweet little green I-pod to go to Texas (I'm not naming names here) and lost it!
I shall not be bitter because that nameless person is, in ironic fact, the person who gave it to me in the first place.
I am deeply reminded of Mary Chapin Carpenters song "This Shirt".
This shirt was the one I lent you
And when you gave it back
There was a rip inside the sleeve
Where you rolled your cigarettes
It was the place I put my heart
Now look at where you put a tear
I forgave your thoughtlessness
But not the boy who put it there
Technically, though I guess I won't get it back, the nameless person doesn't smoke, that nameless person is not thoughtless and I would forgive him just about anything.
So I guess the lyrics are not really relevant at all and I'm not sure why they popped into my head other then my Mad Cow disease is flaring up...
...and I'm just plain odd.
It's still a good song, though.
17 hours ago