Fui victima del virus en el twitter

Y me pregunto yo... ¿Porque carajo mejor no atacar al Facebook?

Buu, es extraño tener que escribir en un blog estando

tan acostumbrada a narrar mis (aburridos) pensamientos

en 140 caracteres...

Lalalalala (8) Live is life (8) xD

Valía la pena poner toda la canción?

Holy cow! I think I've got one here
Now just what am I supposed to do?
I've got a number of irrational fears
That I'd like to share with you
First, there's rules about old goats like me
Hanging around with chicks like you
But I do like you and another one:
You say 'like' too much

But I'm shaking at your touch
I like you way too much
My baby, I'm afraid I'm falling for you
And I'd do about anything to get the hell out alive
Or maybe I would rather settle down with you

Holy moly, baby, wouldn't you know it?
Just as I was busting loose
I gotta go turn in my rock star card
And get fat and old with you
Cos I'm a burning a candle you're a gentle moth
Teaching me to lick a little bit kinder
And I do like you - you're the lucky one
No, I'm the lucky one

I'm shaking at your touch
I like you way too much
My baby, I'm afraid I'm falling for you
And I'd do about anything to get the hell out alive
Or maybe I would rather settle down with you

Holy sweet goddamn! You left your cello in the basement
I admired the glowing the stars
And tried to play a tune
I can't believe how bad I suck, it's true
What could you possibly see in little ol' 3 chord me?
But I do like you and you like me too
I'm ready, let's do it baby

I'm shaking at your touch
I like you way too much
My baby, I'm afraid I'm falling for you
And I'd do about anything to get the hell out alive
Or maybe I would rather settle down with you

¿No los odias?, esos silencios incómodos. ¿Por qué necesitamos decir algo para rellenarlos?. Es por eso que sabes que has encontrado a alguien especial. Puedes estar callado durante un puto minuto y disfrutar del silencio.

Pulp Fiction

Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
singin' drunken lullabies

Necesito mi espacio ...

Hay sucesos imaginarios que corren en paralelo con los hechos verdaderos. Sin embargo, en raras ocasiones concuerdan. Hombres y acontecimientos, generalmente, transforman el curso ideal de los hechos, de tal manera que los hacen parecer imperfectos y sus efectos son también imperfectos.

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