Any minute now, Apple is going to make their announcement about something NEW AND GREAT! What will it be? An iTunes phone? Maybe. An iTunes Video Store? That would be rad. Of course, if that were the case, a video iPod would also be necessary. I was supposed to be at the Moscone Center to hear the announcement, but I got to work too late. I’ll find out soon and let everyone (who is everyone?) know. I was rooting for the phone for a long time, but then I found out that:

• You cannot uploud your own music to the phone from your computer.
• Each song that you buy from your phone will cost you $2 instead of $.99. Lame!

I’m hoping that Apple still have the ability to surprise, and unveils something that no one was expecting. But honestly? I doubt it.

UPDATE!
I’m a liar. You can use you own music on the phone, according to Apple.

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In other “inexplicable items Veronica covets” news, this USB device is dangerously adorable. I have to get off Shiny Shiny right now and sternly tell myself that I do not need a USB flash drive shaped like a little monster. Why must they torment me so??

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The realtor called me today; he’s checking out my employment references, and my previous landlord. I need this apartment. I need more than anything right now to not be living in the living room and sleeping on a $20 mattress that I bought USED OFF CRAIGSLIST. Here’s the specs on the new place:

Modern remodeled 1 bedroom, 1 bath apartment on the second floor
facing backyard. Modern kitchen with dishwasher and garbage disposal.
Free standing fireplace, wall to wall carpets. Next to Haight Street
shopping, restaurants and public transportation.

Ian said something funny last night: “Did you ever think, while you were growing up in Connecticut, that someday you’d living in an apartment on Haight Street in San Francisco?” Why, no! I thought I’d live in Boston for the rest of my life. It’s interesting to look back and wonder what you thought was going to happen.

Well, I can’t complain about the way things have turned out.

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I was given the task of babysitting 6 plants this weekend. This means that I get to have TV for the weekend. This means that I have sat on my ass this entire afternoon watching MY SUPER SWEET SIXTEEN, quite possibly the most vapid television show known to man.

Let me give you a brief synopsis: wealthy 15 year-olds (i’m talking grossly wealthy) have party planners and personal dressers put together their ultimate Sweet 16 birthday party. The last one that I watched cost $140,000. That’s $20,000 more than my college education. Which I’ll be paying off FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. Often they scream at the parents when they can’t fit into a Betsey Johnson dress, bitch because the air conditioning is broken in the limo, and pout because no one is paying attention to them. It’s like watching a car accident.

Being rich must be AWESOME. Here’s hoping I can afford my rent this month.

Look at this bullcrap.

Why am I still watching it, you ask? BECAUSE I DON’T GOT NO CABLE AND IT’S EITHER THIS OR ANIMAL RESCUE LEAGUE. That’s why.

UPDATE!!
Some triplets had Sugarcult play at their Vegas themed birthday. For $40,000.

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