Will you be my valentine? I think I have fallen in love with you. Your pretty and black. Your back is shiny. You're constantly in my possession. Sometimes I hold you in my hands. Sometimes I just let you sit there while I listen to your soothing sounds. At the gym you pump me up and encourage me to keep going. At night you are with me until I fall asleep. Sometimes your loud, but that's ok, sometimes I am loud too. You never mind driving with me place in my car. You don't make fun of my off key, out of tune singing. You have a wide variety of taste in music.
Oh, iPOd, will you be mine?
(now if only I was in the US I could subscribe to get CSI episodes on my iPOd every week. Darn. Most of the time I love being a Canadian - but sometimes . . . )