This week the iPod people came out with a new 40 GB version that costs as much as the old 30. If that news escaped you or otherwise does not interest you, then you are obviously not
Ben, a man I have been trying to reach by telephone since August 26th.
Since that time, we have both impersonated experienced servers to get waitering jobs at fancy restaurants. We've both grown more perplexed and confused by various girls, and we are both saving for an ipod in a manner that others would find unhealthy. There are also countless bands that we have yet to discuss and assess.
I know this because he calls me everyday, I think in the car on the way to work. I would do the same, but I only work a few days a week, and I spend the entire car ride listening to his messages.