Only when the refrigerator is mad at me.
Posted by L.A.
So, I’m in my car heading back to work after lunch. It’s a crappy, crappy day. It’s rained on and off all day, including one torrential downpour for ten to fifteen minutes.
Me: Geez, what a shitty day.
I love music, obviously, and I have a lot of it. More than I probably need, which is why I tend to be a big fan of the shuffle feature on my iPod. It drives some of my friends nuts, because I’m also indecisive as hell, and tend to listen to ten seconds of music before I decide to move on to the next song.
— Laura Anne (@LA_theGirl) July 25, 2013
But shuffle is just what a girl needs sometimes. Variety. The spice of life. And sometimes, the iPod gets it just right.
Me: Seriously, iPod, that was creepy. What was that even?
iPod: I don’t know.
Me: Ha. It’s like your in my head.
iPod: Read my mind.
Me: Did Steve Jobs secretly give you a brain and not tell me?
iPod: You are not a robot.
Me: Now you’re just being creepy.
iPod: Lovely Ladies.
Me: I can’t tell if you’re hitting on me or calling me a whore. WTF.
iPod: Why don’t we do it in the road?
Me: STOP IT, iPod. JUST STOP IT.
Ipod: Don’t speak.
Me: OFF BUTTON.
P.S. the title of this blog post is from the fully wonderful episode of my favorite teenage angst show, Daria.
Doctor: And do you often talk to your computer?
Daria: Only when the refrigerator is mad at me.
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Posted on August 12, 2013, in TechnoFunk, Twatterpants and other social networks, We Think We're Funny and tagged Daria, Daria Morgendorffer, Hoodie Allen, iPod, iTunes, Len, les miserables, Music, No Doubt, Shuffle, StarSailor, The Beatles, The Killers. Bookmark the permalink. 11 Comments.