these r the thoughts....

Se viene venir un nuevo episodio depresivo en la vida de esta muchacha?

Mientras no se confirme esa noticia, les dejo con lo siguiente:

* Hay una nueva galletita Bono, de chocolate blanco. No es muy rica.
* Me gustaba leer y participar en el foro de Rock Py, pero ahora hay demasiados pendejos que quieren armar kilombo gua'u, y demasiada gente de Dunamis que se hace pasar por fans (nadie tiene fans taaaaan fanáticos a meses de haberse estrenado, fans que se enteran de las cosas de un grupo under antes de que se difundan en radio planeta... me molesta)
* Demasiado ya hablan todos de Bar Constitución y me quiero ir a ver un poco que hay por ahí
* Cuando pienso que falta poco para el 2/set me vienen lágrimas a los ojos, de felicidad... "I'll be here awhile, ain't going nowhere", verdad enano? Ese sí que va a ser un FELIZ CUMPLE...


- these are the thoughts that go through my head in my backyard on a Sunday afternoon when I have the house to myself and i'm not expending all that energy on fighting with my boyfriend
is he the one that I will marry? why is it so hard to be objective about myself? why do I feel cellularly alone? am I supposed to live in this crazy city? can blindly continued fear-induced regurgitated life-denying tradition be overcome?
where does the money go that I send to those in need? if we have so much why do some people have nothing still? why do I feel frantic when I first wake up in the morning? why do you say you are spiritual yet you treat people like shit?
how can you say you're close to god and yet you talk behind my back as though I am not a part of you? why do I say I'm fine when it's obvious I'm not? why's it so hard to tell you what I want? why can't you just read my mind?
why do I fear that the quieter I am the less you will listen? why do I care whether you like me or not? why is it so hard for me to be angry? why is it such work to stay conscious and so easy to get stuck and not the other way around?
will I ever move back to canada? can I be with a lover with whom I am a student and a master? why am I encouraged to shut my mouth when it gets too close to home? why cannot I live in the moment?-