Sharing my MEAT

... Is a very sensitive thing...

Territorial me isn't about to let go of my single-mode Shuffle, my gargantuan Pod and my JVC player in the office that plays mp3 and DVD.

Rooney wanted to have my hi-fi. Since I already carry my Shuffle all the time, and have my Pod at my desk, all the time... Rooney pointed out that I already have music overdose. And I told him I wasn't about to share my MEAT.

"Meat?"

Yeah, my MEAT. I'm not about to share my MEAT!

"Yeah... so what's your meat?"

MEAT : Music - Essential Anchoring Tool

"I'm sure you heard or read that somewhere. You're not so smart to come up with things on your own."

Now I am thankful for leaving this place. I am thankful that I will no longer subject myself to words of such. I am thankful that I will no longer get involved in the process of helping him choose plants for the lounge, chinaware for the lounge, display shit for the lounge.

Sorry, my friend. I am not so smart to come up with things, why don't you go ask someone else to give you an opinion?