and what a show the dropping ball has brought in. it would seem that when it hit the bottom, more than just confetti came pouring down out of the sky- some might have seen a little bit of happiness in the mix as well.

complete degredation of most of life's pillars at this point; it seems that with the absence of sexual attraction, any sort of relationship or fling or interest can slip down even a clogged pipe. vitamin B depletion? will that roust the good girls down south into a somewhat less-than-catatomic state?

today, somewhere between leaving the library and holding down the bile that seemingly always results from a night of drinking, i glanced into a sub- ground level window. there the girl sat, with her samsung flip phone in one hand and her ipod nano in the other.

maybe it wasn't a nano. maybe her parents decided to splurge and go ahead and get her the 30 gig player, with picture and video capabilities.

and maybe it wasn't a samsung. maybe it was a motorola. or a razor. or a nokia.

no, it definately wasn't a nokia.

but there she sat, texting and listening to god knows what, probably vanessa carelton or something equally produced and pathetic, with her economics book wide open and turned dutifully to chapter one: how to find happiness in american consumerism.

and here i sit, pondering just how a country of clear minded individuals might have come to depend on the bullshit apple keeps spitting out. ipod nano? i must have it. video? trade it in. green? but that's my favorite color.

yes, yes. i could go on and become more disgusted with my own country but i am pressing the keys of a imac keyboard, listening to music whose writers and performers happen to be differen people and thinking how much i wish i had worn my lucky jeans today rather than these banana republic ones.

i could have sat there and watched that girl for minutes more, but i suppose that those are the moments that earn one the reputation of being a psychopath.