Top Dog, Hot Dog

As I was sitting on the couch, exercising my invisibility, a crowd of thoughts entered my silence. I should most definitely publish a list of my desired presents for this year's birthday. So what if nobody will read it, at least I will know what I want. I should make a list of movies that I want to see. I should write more, maybe even try my hand at articles. And I should stop preoccupying myself with these outrageously young boys who make me feel like I am hot. I am not, but I like the feeling. But that, my dear, doesn't not help a bit.