My Depressing LifestyleA Story by ♍ Kirstin ♎
S**t!!! Here she comes again!!!! Why me? Why did I have to end up with her as my owner? It’s just not fair!
As I lay there on her bed awaiting my utter annoyance, I wished for the 1000th time that I had a different owner. Or that someone could maybe steal me from her. Granted she does take good care of me, my battery never runs flat; I haven‘t been scratched or chipped; my best friends haven‘t been broken or replaced since the day and hour she unwrapped her Christmas peasant and got us… but perhaps she takes care of me too well. I mean… I wouldn’t mind not having my battery flat every once in a while; or having to get re-set every now-and-again; or maybe needing to make new friends.
It’s not that I don’t like her… more I don’t like her music. I mean don’t get me wrong I’m glad to have an owner that’s as good to me as she is. When I was in the factory the iPods that were in for repair jobs used to tell us horror stories of their horrible owners. They would wash them. Over charge them. Forget where they were. And some even got dropped down what the humans called: the toilet. It sounded completely terrifying to me, in my infancy. Back before half of my memory was stacked full of lyrics, guitar and bass pieces and drum kits keeping the beat… her horrid choice in music.
I had originally thought that because I was a black iPod then I’d be bought by, what the others had referred to as, a “Gothic kid” but no. I got bought by the parents who were last-minute-Christmas-shopping for their 12 year-old preppy girl who wanted a pink one. Unfortunately all of the ladies had sold out shortly after we had all been delivered by the store.
I had seen those “Gothic kids” before, even had some of their music committed to my memory when her brother had played a practical joke on her. And what I learned then… I LOVED it. At least I think I did. She completely removed it from my memory within 3 hours of it going on. I have absolutely nada to go on. I’m sure I liked it. Either way it had to better than this crap that I had to remember now.
Her music choice has got worse. She now has things - that I’m sure doesn’t classify as music - like High School Musical “songs” and Justin Bieber’s “music” that she forces me to remember.
As she reached out to me and picked me up I knew that my irritation was inevitable. She pressed one of my buttons and… nothing. I wasn’t forced to awaken. She then realised that I had been put on hold to save me from being turned on and she took off the hold and again, nothing. She tried to reseat me and nothing. Bliss!!!! Thank God! I couldn’t be turned on! And that’s when she finally realised that for the first time ever… my battery had went flat.
© 2010 ♍ Kirstin ♎
Added on November 14, 2010
Last Updated on November 14, 2010
♍ Kirstin ♎
None of your buissiness, Scotland, United Kingdom
AboutDon't click here! Ok, so for those of you who have failed to notice my display name, my name is Kirstin. And I live in Scotland in the U.K. The funky symbols in my display name are my 2 sunsigns... more..