viernes, 26 de febrero de 2010

I was born to walk alone

Sinceramente no se como, pero mi vieja logro entrar a mi blog, lo cual me disgusta porque no quiero que lea lo que pienso, pero no lo puedo controlar en fin,,. Nose, mañana tengo barra en un boliche con lo cual pienso "que carajo hago haciendo barra en febrero?" y no lo se.
Lista de cosas que volví a hacer(algunas con trampa otras sin saber):
*Volví a ver Skins, ahora voy a empezar la 2da temporada.(me lei meses de conversación con Violetacapasso hasta que encontré el link que me paso para verlo igual que antes y no x mtv o esas shits)
*Volví a pasar tiempo en mi pieza, mirando el techo escuchando viejos cd's,
*Volví a leer todas esas cartas y cosas que en su momento la gente me dio, no se porque pero me entretuvo bastante,
*Volví a escuchar esas canciones que solo escuchaba en invierno o en momento SO FUCKING DEPRESS
*Volví a hacerme esas maratones escuchando todos mis cd's de los Guns n' Roses(LO VIEJO NADA MÁS!)
*Volví a pensar en cosas... you know, esas cosas que antes rozaba con la cabeza nada más. No se.

baby, baby, baby, I know I hurt you, but you can still believe in me

Tryin' to say I'm sorry, didn't mean to break your heart
And find you waitin' up by the light of day
There's a lot I want to tell you, but I don't know where to start
And I don't know what I'd do if you walked away
Ooh, baby I tried to make it, I just got lost along the way
But every time I look at you,
no matter what I'm goin' thru, it's easy to see
And every time I hold you, the things I never told you,
seem to come easily
'Cause you're everything to me
I never really wanted to let you get inside my heart
I wanted to believe this would soon be ending
I thought it wouldn't matter, if it all just came apart
But now I realize I was just pretending
Ooh, baby, I know I hurt you, but you can still believe in me
But every time I look at you, no matter what I'm goin' thru,
it's easy to see
And every time I hold you, the things I never told you,
seem to come easily
'Cause you're everything to me
It's gonna take a little time to show you,
just what you mean to me, oh yeah
It seems the more I get to know you, the more I need to make you see
You're everything I need, yeah
Oho, I need ya, I need ya, I need ya...
Ooh, baby, baby, baby, I know I hurt you,
but you can still believe in me

martes, 23 de febrero de 2010

jueves, 11 de febrero de 2010

No llores porque no me voy a quedar.

Me voy, a vagabundear por cordoba, no tengo fecha de regreso, ni quiero tenerla(y ni me fui) pero, me llevo lo necesario, plata, musica, cigarros, y la compania de un AMIGO, qué más puedo pedir?

No se, ando medio colgado de la vida ultimamente, pero, mejor asi. Cuando vuelva, posteare fotos, recuerdos, algo que piense, nose. En fin, mañana 11 am partiré. Adios!

jueves, 4 de febrero de 2010

Dear, karen…

If you’re reading this, it means I actually worked up the courage to mail it. So, good for me.You don’t know me very well but you get me started,I have a tendency to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me. But this… this is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to write. There’s no easy way to say this, so I’ll just say it. I met someone. It was an accident. I wasn’t looking for it. I wasn’t on the make. It was a perfect storm. She said one thing. I said another. Next thing I knew, I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation. Now there’s this feeling in my gut. She might be the one. She’s completely nuts… in a way that makes me smile – highly neurotic. A great deal of maintenance required. She is you, karen. That’s the good news. The bad is that I don’t know how to be with you right now And it scares the shit out of me. Because if I’m not with you right now, I have this feeling we’ll get lost out there. It’s a big, bad world full of twists and turns, and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment… the moment that could’ve changed everything. I don’t know what’s going on with us, and I can’t tell you why you should waste a leap of faith on the likes of me… but, damn, you smell good — like home. And you make excellent coffee. That’s got to count for something, right? Call me.

Unfaithfully yours,

Hank Moody.