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Thank you.
- Mood:
lol - Music:i'm on a boat - the lonely island
Okay, first of all, why would anyone want to ask Juliet for her help? She KILLED HERSELF for a guy she knew for five days. She's not your shrink. Stop asking tragic romantic heroes whose only real purpose is to serve as a cautionary tale (don't marry a guy you just met, duh) for help. They can not help you. Really.
Also, "I have to write back"? No, you don't. You really don't.
- Mood: happy
- Music:glory days - just jack
I haven't seen New Moon yet (did I mention I was going to see it at midnight last Thursday? Well, we were going to, but it was freakin' SOLD OUT. We underestimated the sexual frustration of teen-aged Mexican girls and possibly their mothers), but this makes me want to see it all the more. For the LULZ and the self-righteous ranting.
Fanny Lu is a really Spanish name, y'all. Like, the most Spanish a name could be. For sure.
My descent into bad Spanish music.* You all saw it, and you did nothing to stop it. Just remember that.
*I love bad Spanish music. I need to get me some more reggaeton. Also, Shakira does not count as bad. Just sayin'.
- Mood:
bouncy - Music:tú no eres para mi - fanny lu
Justine is too cute and too photogenic. She makes me jealous.
This was at the Y Tu Mamá También beach!
I actually watched basically all of Thursday night TV because I CAN'T SLEEP and I have to get up at 6 a.m. so I sort of gave up on trying.
- Music:3 a.m. - matchbox 20
From the jungle!
I'm going to Huatulco for the weekend. I know, brilliant idea, going to the beach when I'm still sick. Whatever. I'll eat only food I buy at Chedraui. Or something.
Why is the second generation cast of Skins so insufferable?
( Spoiler alert. )
Sorry for my uncalled-for ramblings. I'm going to blame it on the stomach pain.
sólo la tierra, la virtud de los racimos,
las manzanas que crecen oyendo el agua pura,
el barro y las resinas de tu país fragante.
Desde Quinchamalí donde hicieron tus ojos
hasta tus pies creados para mí en la Frontera
eres la greda oscura que conozco:
en tus caderas toco de nuevo todo el trigo.
Tal vez tú no sabías, araucana,
que cuando antes de amarte me olvidé de tus besos
mi corazón quedó recordando tu boca
y fui como un herido por las calles
hasta que comprendí que había encontrado,
amor, mi territorio de besos y volcanes.
Pablo Neruda
Because, seriously, WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!
- Mood:
shocked
What are you talking about, Glenn Beck? What were we united on? Overthrowing the British? States' rights? Slavery? Women's suffrage? Civil rights? The Vietnam War?
Also, what's with this high school party thing? Your metaphor makes no sense. We shouldn't have gone to the party because we'll be grounded? Your dad used to beat you for missing curfew and smelling like pot? No one ever invited you to parties in high school? You don't have to admit these things on air, you know.
I don't know why I'm even trying. It's worth a good LOLZ, at the very least.
Okay, first of all, why is this story more about the fish than the girlfriend? And why is this guy NOT GOING TO DO ANY PRISON TIME for "[throwing his ex-girlfriend] against a wall" and then "grabb[ing] her by the hair and [throwing] her against the bathtub"?????
- Mood:
annoyed
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