EN: Warning: This post is over two years old, so it's possible that the views, opinions, links or instructions reflected on it do not correspond with the way I think now or the way things currently work. I have evolved (and so have the World and the Internet), so it might be advisable to just take this entry for a glimpse into the (my) past. :)

ES: Atención: Este artículo tiene más de dos años de antigüedad, de modo que los puntos de vista, opiniones e instrucciones que se vierten en él pueden no corresponder con cómo pienso ahora o cómo funcionan las cosas en la actualidad. He evolucionado (y también lo han hecho el mundo e Internet), así que probablemente lo más recomendable sería entender esta entrada como un simple reflejo del (de mi) pasado. :)

Yes, I admit it, I love James Blunt‘s songs. I feel identified with almost every one of them, as I think almost everyone would. I feel more than moved by his pathetic cheesy lyrics and his pathetic emotional way of singing. Thanks to him, my tension-releasing performances in the shower are more effective. I love you, James Blunt, because you make self-pity moments meaningful. Your art is one of the few things I can count on.

And I mean it.