:(

I broke my CD player. Somehow it fell out of my coat pocket. I don't know how. It's not the kind of pocket where things can fall out...into WATER no less.
I know what anyone who reads this is thinking: "Didn't she just just break one?" and you're right. If you'll read back to Jan 27, you'll see that I broke one that day as well. Unfortunately this time I don't have any quasi-recently acquired financial aid to get a new one. So I might have to wait until *shudders* april.

...The though of having to sit on the bus and listen to people talking and not be able to kick back in music-enjoying splendor is enough to make my back hurt.

I'm not taking any god damn chanced next time I get one though. I'm buying one that has wrist-stringies. That attaches to me.
AND I'M GOING TO HOLD ONTO IT LIKE GRIM MOTHERFUCKING DEATH!! You know what? I might even buy two. And keep one in my closet or something. Well two 40 dollar CD players.

;_; I'ma cry.

by the way, ronnie, if you're reading this, brother dear, in the future when I'm partially traumatized and at the computer, please don't talk to me endlessley about random stuff. ESPEcIALLY when I'm giving you half assed answers that signify that I don't feel like being verbal at the moment...
also, give me your CD player.