recovering consumist assh*le

i left my apartment this morning in silence. two weeks ago, the third crap set of headphones i've bought in the last couple of months broke for good (after having uhu'ed them back together twice). last week my 30-gig ipod expired. it was only three years old. its premature passing has sparked a quiet rage within me. i'm getting better now, reading zygmunt bauman. feeling like a possibly recovering assh*le.

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