I apparently left my bumper-equipped MP3 player at Nat’s apartment yesteday. That wouldn’t be a problem if I had burned all my Pixies albums to CD. But, alas, I DIDN’T. So I’m stuck uneasily with the same unintelligible part of some Pixies song looping in my brain, Filipino guitar staccato and strained Black Francis vocals and all. At least part of me can rest knowing that if my MP3 player were to fall, it’s one-of-a-kind, envied and highly aesthetic bumper technology would protect it’s fragile innards.
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