the atlantic was born today, and I'll tell you how;

I've been playing the games on stupid pop up banners. Stomp the clown. Swat the fly. Hit the roach with a rolled up magazine. Over the past thirty minutes I have won half a dozen iPods and a few trips to Hollywood in a round of Tyler Durden-esque violence.

I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection.

And now, I will go off in search of larger things, like dinner. But first....certainly you didn't think you would leave empty handed now did you?

I bring you MOJO, which is the best thing to happen to the Internet since Paris Hilton's sex tape. You download it, then you can take any songs you want from your friends' iTunes.

**You can only take from the first THREE people you add, otherwise you have to pay.**

You're welcome.