In which I celebrate my new iPod socks and defend my sexuality.

iPod Socks

Yes, you laugh. Go right ahead. You too can question my sexual orientation, as my coworkers did earlier today when I received the package. But the bottomline is that a scratched iPod makes me cry myself to bed at night. Now where’s my Powerbook Sock?

PS: Notice how the blue and pink align perfectly with the Freya colorscheme? Apple does love me!

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