Au Revoir Mon Stella

I can't believe that Stella, my ipod, with her unwavering devotion is finally saying goodbye. I have been in a constant state of denial for weeks. She has been acting strikingly odd these past few weeks, refusing to play in the direst of moments. How do you say goodbye to someone who has always been there for you in moments of joy and sorrow? Stella saved my sanity a couple of times. I remember that upon reading Coelho's "Veronika Decides to Die" I started these arguments in my head about madness and sanity. I was overpowered by the fear that I was too sane, thus never allowing myself to really experience life, love, and even sexual awakening. I swear I would have lost my already unsteady grip on reality that night have it not been for Stella and the Beattles. I love plane rides, except that they give me too much time to dwell on the absurd. Stella always helps me clear my thoughts. I'll miss you baby!!! I'll miss dancing, singing and dreaming with you. To give you a proper goodbye, I'll upload the entire life work of Bob Dylan and celebrate it with you the entire week. I hope you last that long.... I'm gonna miss ya, mwah!