End of An Era

It was time.

Let's be honest. It was waaaaaay past time.

One last listen to my all time favorite mix tape - (titled "Heinousness is Next to Godliness and Real Jobs are Buzzkills" and thoughtfully mixed/gifted to me by my all-time best friend Steph). I carefully put the whole setup on the top shelf of the stereo cabinet. In case I get sentimental, right? For the different levels of volume, the pauses between songs, or that little click and shuffley noise between Like a Virgin and Whip It.

As I've mentioned before, I'm a runner, but a really cheap one. My shorts, my tee shirts - and usually my running bras - have all been with me from the beginning. What can I say? I'm a creature of habit. And yeah, again, cheap - so, if it ain't broke, don't fix it. (The bra hooks work just fine once the snaps fall off, you know.)

My walkman wasn't broke and the tape still worked, so yep, I was the only one out there on the bike trail trucking along with a big square box in my hand. But I started borrowing Maya's ipod and well... it's kind of awesome. And she wants it back.

So yesterday I dropped $50 at the Apple store and today I get to figure this guy out and download me some of my own tunes. I got 500 slots to fill!

First, the new Katy Perry song with the daisy dukes and bikinis on top... So catchy.

Anyways, it's the perfect thing to do while working down the body on this guy.

Looks like a bigger version of that swatch, huh?

And I can keep thinking of moody gray old man drinks while I knit and tap my feet.