It's Stressful.

A few weeks ago my ipod died. Well, died is probably a little strong. It decided to crap itself and delete it's entire memory. Go little guy.

Since then I have been existing on a solid ipod diet of aerobics music and my Dad's music. Why you ask? Well because I have yet to put all my songs onto my computer. My Dad, however, had put all of his songs on his computer and so rather than be song-less, I simply downloaded his to have something to listen to in the interim.

Scrolling through my itunes today I had a sudden panic attack when I realised that when looking at the popularity reading for each of the songs on the ipod I must've transferred his play count over as well. My heart nearly imploded when I realised that should I die tomorrow, and should people want to play my favourite music at the funeral, and should they have the sense to realise that my favourite songs would be the highest played on my ipod, then people would think that I have an unhealthy appreciation of Tim McGraw.

So this is me saying that should I be tragically hit by a bus, attacked by a crocodile, or have my insides explode alien-style, then please do not use my ipod as a guide to the sort of music I feel strongly about.

These are the things that stress me out.

(The WWF Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson collector's figurines are also not mine. I have no idea how they made their way into my study.)