Throwin' Money Down the Toilet

I know it's been a while, and Spring Break did pass between my last post and now, but all in all, nothing too hilarious or odd has happened to me in the past month or so. Strange as it sounds, I've just been too busy between my newfound responsibilities at work and the rigors that are a WSBE education for entertaining things. All this until Tuesday (3/28/06) of this week...

About a month ago I decided to use some of my supremely generous tax return to purchase a gift for Me. I felt as though I earned it, as I was kicking ass this semester in school and I got a promotion at work. Sometimes you just gotta spoil yourself.

"Sometimes you just gotta spoil yourself...spoil yourself...spoil yourself..." stupid sexy Flanders!

Right at the same time my wonderful car broke down, so I was bussing it to UNH and requiring headphones and music to carry with me. But I always had a large collection of CDs and an CD player which ended up making my carrying load for school excedingly bulky and unmanagable.

No not Balky, BULKY!!

So I decided to invest my hardly earned, and illgotten government money into a new MP3 player. But not just any old trendy iPod or anything, but a really sweet Creative Zen Vision:M player. It also plays movies and stuff. It was sleek, it was easy to use, it had a really nice interface, wonderful sound, and best of all, it wasn't a stupid iPod...god I hate those things.

Well I loved my Zen player. It was my best friend on my trip to San Diego, and kept me entertained between classes or when I had to walk the dogs. Everything was great....until Black Tuesday.

After getting out of my car (it got fixed) I threw on the old Zen buddy and waited for the bus to take me from the parking lot thats in another county to the UNH campus. Everything seemed normal, even that rumbling I got in my gut telling me I had to drop the Cosby kids off at the pool. It happens every morning at that time like clockwork. I went into the mens lavatory, or loo for my British friends, to "take care of business." I sat their happily listening to my music, reading The Wire, and droppin a 2. When everything was all said and done, I went to go pull up the shorts, and as that was happening the Zen, which was in a shallow sweatshirt pocket, fell out of the pocket and IN TO THE TOILET. It immediately shut off when it hit the shit. My first instinct was to pull it out by its headphone cord, and as I held it up, I looked at my three hundred bills....covered in shit. I could have just dropped trow' over the thing and let loose, it would have had the same effect. I was devestated. And in my desperation, I even grabbed a bunch of paper towels to try and wipe off some of the mess and see if it would work, as the screen was still lit. But it was to no avail. I had just ruined my gift for me.

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