I'm just glad it wasn't my clothes.

[morrigirl]

Dear Laundromat Patrons,

I would just like to thank the person who stole my discman this evening. I was never particularly fond of it. I got it cheap, couldn't have cost me more than $15 and that includes tax. It possessed one of the more annoying features I've ever come across in a personal CD player: it broadcast a loud beep whenever I skipped to a new track, pressed pause, or changed the volume. I'd been considering buying a new one because those beeps were driving me fucking bonkers, but I didn't feel justified in doing so because, though annoying as hell, there wasn't anything technically wrong with my CD player.

But you, oh thief of my heart, have provided me with an excuse to go out and buy a new discman. I think I'll go top of the line this time, ensuring there will be no pointless beeps or skips. Yeah, I'll drop sixty or seventy bucks on this one, and laugh at you as I groove down the street listening to Aretha Franklin coming through clear as crystal on my new CD player, while you do battle with the wretched beeps of my old one. Eventually, they'll drive you just as nutty as they did me and you'll try to sell it. I wish I could be there to see the look on your face when you realize the most you can get for it is $5.

Happy Listening, Asshole.

No Love,

Carla

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[morrigirl.livejournal.com]

I know! In the age of Ipods who wants a discman?! It's okay though. I still have a walkman and an extensive collection of cassette tapes to tide me over until I can get a new discman.