This is hard for me to talk about publicly as it regards my relationship, but here goes...
I've been in this relationship for 16 years, but lately, things have been getting tumultuous for no good reason. And I can say without a doubt that I'm really not to blame in this situation. I have done nothing wrong and have been nothing short of caring, making certain to interact every day and do my best to take care of my partner.
In spite of that effort, my partner, after 16 years, is giving me the distinct vibe that they want 'out'. I'm speaking, of course, about my sound effects box here at the studios. For 16 years she's (yes, she's a she... I checked) has provided me with spontaneous applause, shotguns (for my 'shotgun gits'), splashes, "smell its", cows, dogs, monkeys, 'Andro- penises', bong rips and my all time favorite, the Reverend X yelling, "cut that bitch off.... next caller!"
Yea, my sound box has finally taken a sh*t. It's not exactly 'dead'... not yet, but it has been on life support this week.
Typically, I hit a button and *voila*, the sound effects play. As of this week, she's been a little slow to respond or not respond at all. To her credit, listeners have been enjoying the chaos created, but it's a real pain in the ass and it looks like soon I'll have to send her to her final resting spot... electronic recycling.
It's been a good run.
Until next time, do what you do best and STAY BEAUTIFUL!"