Kohl

Tuesday night is Joe Demicoli night, and I know the guy is brilliant, but sometimes things just aren't right. The worst part is that I cannot put my finger on it. I just don't know. But I have a choice. I can cry myself to sleep and that won't happen. And I can put a spanking brand new smile on my face, and that way it easier because I will not have to explain to the eyes who scrutinise my every move. I have questioned myself, what am I missing? And I don't even know that. I've tried my best, and if someone thinks my best is not good enough, then so be it. I was not born a prodigy and I did not grow up to be a genius either. I am normal, I guess I can allow myself that word. I do not want to be made sick on words such as leverage, harassment, money, currencies even. It's all a bunch of crap. I choose to make myself sick on piercings and in your face kind of behaviour. If someone chooses to power trip just because I care, then they can have the longest trip in history. The odd thing is that they cared and I am eternally grateful for that. Sure it hurts, but it's like piercings. They hurt, they make me sick, and so what? I'll just get the antidote for that. It all boils down to kohl really. Some more kohl this evening solves it. Some extra more kohl tomorrow morning will solve it. And yes I've got waterproof, of course I do. I'm a waterproof kind of gal. I was flooded once, never again. And the next time I hear the word prodigy, I'm going the other way. I just don't understand them I guess. Pass the kohl again will you?