dear makers of the 'shuffle songs' function on my glorious ipod,
you rock my socks like whoa, quite literally. thank you kindly for getting me through a nine hour day in a dusty, file-crowded cubicle with only black pens (i much prefer blue ink) and one 0.5 liter bottle of diet coke. anyone that can do that deserves my soul.
sincerely,
jess
please see enclosed: my soul