Talons Fly as a Last Disguise

Happy no-sun day, yous people.

I finally have sold out. No I haven't started bombing orphans for fun and profit, but I have acquired an mp3 player. Not just nay mp3 player, but a an iPod. I know it hurts me too. Oh the shame, the terrible, terrible shame. In my defense, this one was free, and I haven't had a CD player in forever. Not to mention my minidisc recorder has long since destroyed itself in a fit of rage. So, in order to retain my love of portable music, I succumbed. But it was free, so I feel justified, or least pardoned in some small way.

I am also learning to hate compromise. Not in the sense that I hate reaching a mutually acceptable agreement with someone else, but I hate having to delve up the benefits of something to the satisfaction of everyone involved.

Say I have a jelly donut and I've got two friends that want a piece. That's cool, but both of them are going to feel shafted if I give them too small a piece, and inherently feel like the other friend got the better part of the deal. So, I end up cutting my delectable jelly donut into two huge pieces and one tiny piece for me. The net result of which is that both of my friends will hate me and I will be miserable since I didn't get to eat jack squat of my donut. I'd probably end up with all flaky crust and no gooey filling.

No. Fucking. Gooey. Filling.

So, next time I'm gonna decide to screw it and eat my donut my god damn self. That way everybody is still filled with a thirst for my blood, but I'm left happy.

I think I took that metaphor to a point where it ceased to make sense. For that I am probably sorry. If you're lucky.

-Thomas