my ipod

my ipod is conspiring against me.
my faith in en has been shaken down to the ground...but finally i realize that it's not me. really
i'm completey woman, i am loving, kind, smart, funny...everything a man would want yet the only thing that i think is missing is some catastrophic damage that could wear on my sleeve as a badge to say: "yes, i am broken somehow, please come fix me." that attracts men like flies to shit.
whatever...
last night my friend gave a nugget of advice before he left town. he said: "if you take care of yourself, you glow. you glow and everyone wants to know what it's about and you attract the very things you want. so, honey, take care of yourself."
he's right.
so that's nothing to do with my ipod and how it's trying to kill me.
i have a list of 600 songs that i have on shuffle and it seems to only want to play the sad ones...over and over...ugh!
the other thing is i was talking to a good friend of mine the other day and i startedto realize something...why people commit suicide.
but i will get into that on the next post...maybe a bit later.