My opinions, ramblings, rants and raves, and venti

      So I’m putting all of my CDs that I have onto iTunes right now and I come across a lot of old Mix CDs that Shilly made me when we were together that I kept because, frankly, she had some good stuff on there.  And to tell you the truth, it’s weird.  These CDs used to mean something.  Every song had some kind of memory attached.  Now they mean nothing.  Just data on a disk that when inserted into a devise with a laser reader and connected to a cardboard cone that’s been wired to a large magnet plays vibrations that disturb the surrounding air and produce a phenomenon that we call “sound”.

I understand that that explanation was god-awful and probably wrong, but fuck you.

After listening to a few tracks I felt emotionally numb.  Like someone dropped some kind of bomb that I could’ve lived the rest of my life without having to know.  And then I started to feel kinda bummed.  But then Bread Man was like, “Let’s go grocery shopping!”

So now I’m gonna go grocery shopping with Bread Man.