Monday, July 09, 2012

 
DONT LET IT BE YOU! LOOK AT MICK JAGGER LOOK AT DENNIS RODMAN LOOK AT   PRINCE. AMY WINEHOUSE MICHAEL JACKSON BRITANY MURPHEY. THE SPICE GIRLS. 
NICK CARTER. PARIS HILTON. DAVID BOWIE. HE IS SICK, DAVID BOWIE IS ILL EVERYONE. 



this is what heat looks like


Things that i am bored of:



-instagram pictures of peoples faces, including mine
-my 7 spotify playlists
-doing nothing at work
-alcohol
-having to say high to boring people
-oatmeal
-chicken
-riding my bike up my same hill everyday at 3:40
-being afraid of my diverse and eclectic neighbors
-missing everyone

IF YOU ARE SOMEONE WITH THE POTENTIAL TO HELP ME OUT. COME NOW.

I AM NOT HOWEVER BORED OF:

-waking up
-sweating
-putting face cream on my dry face
-stretching
-baseball
-frank o´hara
-strangers 

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

FACEBOOK HAPPY BIRTHDAYS.

I NEVER KNOW WHAT TO SAY TO YOU.

Yesterday i decided halfway through work that i wanted to get slightly drunk. sometimes the things you think about initially sound better than when its actually around to do. i secretly ran a gin tonic down my throat and already felt excited. alex came with a weird regular friend and we went to la realidad to drink some caƱas and i invited her because she only has five euros for the rest of the week. i can understand being pooor becuase im going through it right now. we ended up sharing a table with a couple of pijos and when alex left i decided to stay to chat with them. i had nothing better to do and im all of a sudden one of those people obsessed with talking. its a change. i convinced them to come to sol with me to meet paula and we ate at a dirty spanish bar and they laughed a bit while i stopped enetering conversations. At home i decided i wouldnt mind to have a tiny smoke so i called my neighbor Ilo and he came over within five minutes and after two minutes he showed me this really amazing video about a clay body coming together and i felt that life was really beautiful and i wanted all my natural sences to come back. i accidently fell a sleep and woke up at 6 am to notice that i was alone with a huge white computer screen eating me and the hallway lights on. a nd a pitcher of beer by my bed and i felt gross. i felt like hey this has to stop.

anyways i hardly have an apetite. i feel moded. i want to keep my phone far away from me. i hate despreate text messages and how being single feels on the body and how you cant just be with one person all the time and never feel humiliated.