Life is mainly crap so that after the minimum annoying thing that happens to you (because it WILL happen) when you were thinking that no more annoying things would happen that certain day – you totally collapse… Or something of the sort.
Some survive – some don’t – some kill everyone around.
That’s natural selection: eat the crap or die.
I’m sick of people now. Literally: they make me cough – my eyes cry without permission – and so on.
AND NO – NO COMAS – THE BLOODY KEY IS TOTALLY DEAD – LIKE MY MOOD NOW. I don’t even feel like copy-pasting…
Whatever. I might laugh at all this after the jazz-dance lesson. Ojalá.
(Thanks to the Caesar for trying something though).
No jazz-dance lesson this week: bl**dy winter holidays. No more comments…
Gilda (1946), the Caesar, copy-pasted comas and two quotes my dearest cousin Sofía (in spite of her skipping Ñs around ) displayed on her Messenger saved my day. These quotes are from the soundtrack of Juno (2007):
If you were a kiss, I know I’d be a hug (Song “All I want is you”)
Your part time lover and full time friend (Song “Anyone Else But You”)
Hala, a descansar de arroutadas varias.