you died. again!

dear you know who,

you know that we love living near you in the neighborhood.  we have been friends ever since you moved to this sweet little town, way back when.  we love having dinner with you and your family.  we love joking with you.  we love your kids.  but i am writing to you to ask you to please stop cursing me.

you see, when you see me leave the house, you pull over in your car to chat for a moment and then ask me if i would like a ride.  which we both know the answer is no.  you then pull away.  and for whatever reason, you take the energy and power that is in my ipod with you.  you, sir, kill my ipod each and every time you pull over.

in conclusion, to resolve the problem, i suggest that you just keep on driving and let me have my music.  i don't want to think my thoughts in the morning.  i want to sing.  i want to dance.  i want to have a party in my head.  why must you kill my ipod?  why?  oh, why?

sincerely,

jeorg