The Cold Painful Truth

My life is music. It’s everything to me! Kinda like how very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzio’s life is movies (other than his job). (Btw I have an obsession with him, and the dude who plays him, besides, he’s hotttt) Back to the subject… I relate everything to music; everything is a song. I have a song in my head, every morning, when I wake up. I’ll have that song in my head until I fall asleep. Just a few irrelevant words can remind me of a song. My Ipod holds the power of the world! It’s like the “football”, which the President gets. It will blow your mind! My Ipod must be with me wherever I go, without it life is pointless. Songs allow me to keep felling the way I do. If I’m happy, it brings my spirits to the highest possible place. If I’m sad it keeps me that way until I’m done being sad, allowing me to not be as such later. If I’m sad it’s about everything at one time, it’s a “one stop shop”, plain and simple. Or my Ipod can help me feel angry instead, which I usually prefer. My Ipod helps me through each day.