Resumen del fin de semana

Un vestido negro buenísimo, cumpleaños y demasiado alcohol. Demasiado.

Igual. Fuck off!

We're damaged people
Drawn together
By subtleties that we are not aware of
Disturbed souls
Playing out forever
These games that we once thought we would be scared of

When you're in my arms
The world makes sense
There is no pretense
And you're crying
When you're by my side
There is no defense
I forget to sense
I'm dying

We're damaged people
Praying for something
That doesn't come from somewhere deep inside us
Depraved souls
Trusting in the one thing
The one thing that this life has not denied us

When I feel the warmth
Of your very soul
I forget I'm cold
And crying
When your lips touch mine
And I lose control
I forget I'm old
And dying

Santa Maria de los Buenos Ayres

Tengo que hacer un relevamiento fotográfico histórico-arquitectónico de la Cuidad de Buenos Aires para el trabajo.
Meaning, que me voy a pasar las próximas mañanas de las próximas semanas, paseando, tomando cafés en muchos cafés históricos y sacando mil millones de fotos.

Como diría Beavis o Butthead (los odiaba, menos mal que no están mas): Cool!!

It's a hard way to come home
You've got me on my knees
The walls are tumbling down
They're falling like the leaves

The days turned into months and years
I can't forget that you were here
I feel your presence everywhere
In the corner over there

Turn your eyes from me
It's time for me to go
Across the hills and over the sea
I want you more than you know

It's a wild world out there
And nobody gives a damn
In cold blood we don't care
And we don't want to understand

I'm sitting here alone at night
My sleepless eyes are open wide
What do you want me to say
What we had has gone away

The sky is high the road is long
Show me what I should have done
What do you want me to do
Take it all away from you

Turn your eyes from me
It's time for me to go
Across the hills and over the sea
I want you more than you know

Monoambiente

Conseguir un depto habitable (y ni siquiera tanto) a un precio razonable en capital es tan imposible como querer irme maniana a vivir a Londres. O sea, abismal distancia, pero igualmente imposible.


Soy un asco para las metáforas. I know.

Cosas que nunca habia hecho antes no se porque

- Emborracharme (no tomar un poco, sino emborracharme) un domingo a la tarde mientras trabajo con el photoshop.

- Bajarle el pantalón y la bombacha a una chica. (aunque esto sí sé porque no lo había hecho antes y no es lo que piensan, con seguridad)