music and a know-it-all doll

This day was ok. Everything was really great until i

put myself in a very vulnerable situation: alone in my

room, about to sleep, i turned the radio on, sang

along (yeah, even with erroneous lyrics), and

foolishly entertained some thoughts again. How cant i

when sad songs invade my nerves? And this doll is

staring right through me? Reading my thoughts. Darn

it, she knows, doesnt she? She has this smile that

tells me -- I know! --. Turns out shes more loyal to

the giver than to me. I have a weak sense of self

control tonight. I have all the power to turn the

radio off and likewise put the know-it-all doll in a

box. Yeah let them (and my hormones) overpower my will

tonight. Tomorrow ill go jogging with maricor to shake

off these negative vibes.







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