My Dad gave me an iPod shuffle for my birthday which was super awesome of him. I call it my Dirty Hipster Noisemaker. So far we are inseperable, as humans and their noisemakers go. It has this neat quirk of picking the most cinematic music I have in my music library and playing it when I am doing something terribly cinematic like sweeping the floor. I feel like I’m living in a Zach Braff movie most of the time.

Except the earbuds drive me crazy so I have to use these BIG awesome headphones that cover most of my face. I guess that seals my fate as someone destined to own Hipster Accessories and fail miserably at actually becoming a Hipster. This is surprisingly easy to live with.

I don’t know. Writing is hard.