damn ipods, damn she-bums

Damn you iPod!

The damn iPod that I’ve been carrying around and appreciating for the past, I don’t know how long, was formatted on a Mac.  Assholes!  I hook it up to my WINDOWS and it has to reformat and REMOVE all my music I already have on here.  motherfuckers.  I don’t feel ready to remove and replace all the great music!  I just rediscover Murder City Devils and wanted to do some at-work jamming to them, which prompted me to hook the damn thing up to my PC in the first place.  But noooo.  It’s must be formatted.  That’s like replacing the things brain.  It will never be the same music companion after it’s been formatted.  I only have, like 2 cds anymore and one of them is Frank Sinatra’s Christmas album.  That ain’t no good.

Damn you she-bum!

AND some homeless she-bum, crack-whore hassled me for some money.  When I said, no, she asked if I had some spare food.  As in the food I had in my hand that I just purchased for my own consumption.  I said no.  She got lippy.  Said she could see I had food, I didn’t need the food and I was too selfish to give it to her.  I had to tell her that a homeless she-bum crack-whore panhandling for money should re-consider being lippy.  Rude and condescending comments issued from the toothless mouth of her does not incite sympathy from working professionals and I was not giving her my lunch.  That I bought with money that I had to work for. 

I have no patience for ornery she-bums or dumb-Mac formatted devices.