In Which He Shows His True Colors

Picture this...I am on my Macbook Pro, on the couch. He is on his MacBook Pro in his chair. He has his noise-canceling headphones in. I have my high-end in-ear phones that I use. Two separate iTunes. Every once in a while, one will get the other's attention with a wave, then say something. (we often IM, but when he is dialed into his work computer, he can't IM) I mention what I am listening to: Panic at the Disco, The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide is Press Coverage. I love the