Dear Sony,
By the time you read this, I’ll be gone. I’m sorry for doing this, but I feel our relationship has run the course. I realize this might come as a bit of a surprise to you, but I need some freedom. I’m going to gather together all the pieces around the house with your name on them and put them into a pile. This includes:I could keep going, but I’m sure this is hurting me more than it is hurting you.
P.S. The software you bundle with your MP3 players is an atrocity.