estranged

When you're talkin to yourself
And nobody's home
You can fool yourself
You came in this world alone


So nobody ever told you baby
How it was gonna be
So what'll happen to you baby
Guess we'll have to wait and see


Old at heart but I'm only 30
And I'm much too young
To let love break my heart
Young at heart but it's getting much too late
To find ourselves so far apart


I don't know how you're suposed
To find me lately
An what more could you ask from me
How could you say that I never needed you
When you took everything
I said you took everything from me


Young at heart an it gets so hard to wait
When no one I know can seem to help me now
Old at heart but I musn't hesitate
If I'm to find my own way out


Still talkin' to myself and nobody's home


So nobody ever told us baby
How it was gonna be
So what'll happen to us baby
Guess we'll have to wait and see


When I find out all the reasons
Maybe I'll find another way
Find another day
With all the changing seasons of my life
Maybe I'll get it right next time
An now that you've been broken down
Got your head out of the clouds
You're back down on the ground
And you don't talk so loud
An you don't walk so proud
Any more, and what for


Well I jumped into the river too many times
to make it home
I'm out here on my own, an drifting all alone
If it doesn't show give it time
To read between the lines
'Cause I see the storm getting closer
And the waves they get so high
Seems everything we've ever known's here
Why must it drift away and die


I'll never find anyone to replace you
Guess I'll have to make it thru, this time
This time
Without you


I knew the storm was getting closer
And all my friends said I was high
But everything we've ever known's here
I never wanted it to die 

scored in the 80's

Estava agora a olhar para o vh1 e percebi finalmente que estas (tantas!) influências 80's na minha vida justificam os sacanas dos movimentos autísticos que já reparei que às vezes tenho. esta coisa de repetir ininterruptamente pequenos movimentos, tipo robot, afinal é um estilo de dança! oh yeah!

oh oh... mas hj só sai m@!?

catrai
catraio
catra

catar
catar-te
catartin
catartun

catrapim
catrapum
catrunspo
catrapilas

ca
carta
cartanum
cartumiu

cran cran
cranuspiu
cro
cronumisca

cara
caralovski
carnumpinho

camafeu
camovski
camon

é isso... deve ser cama...

capum

spinnin'

as minhas semanas não têm princípio nem fim... e mesmo que tivessem, trocavam-me as voltas!

ementa de fim de semana

sexta: começou bem com um franguinho assado no forno
sábado: depois de assassinar umas valentes 300 calorias, ressuscitei-as com uma carninha de porco à alentejana
domingo: secretos de porco... com muita batata frita
segunda: bitoque de vitela (merdoso, mesmo).

MAS ISTO NÃO PODE CONTINUAR M.L!

e eis que segunda à noite comi 3 pratos da mais bela sopa de agrião do mundo. pronto, tb já comi mais uns cubos de chocolate...

esta conversa até mete nojo! já não vou falar das sobremesas...

ps: vou só escolher a imagem que fica mais a condizer

non depressive little scissor

não resisto a este poster, é mesmo um valentim tesourinho.
thanx salamandrel

cabeça pra que te quero!

ando a inventar esquemas. ando a tentar criar dois ou três esquemas mentais que organizem tudo. um já está, mais dois vêm a caminho. quando o conseguir, vou respirar de alívio. afinal, tudo se resume a uns meros esquemas mentais. tou quase quase a ficar self-orgulhosa ou melhor self-sticked... é o que se quer!