I would.

Alguma coisa acontece no meu coração.
Haha.
Still the same girl, you know.
The same girl you used to know. Feels like forever. I still feel it, although I don´t want to.
I´ve just stopped trying, you know.
I´ve learned how to deal. I´ve given up the fight.
Sometimes you just need to pick your battles.
Accept defeat.
And let go.

Scissor Sisters é o máximo.

And, while you´re at it, http://www.dancesisterdance.com

Best Biba entertainment around.
Loosho, tá meu bein?

So I was reading something about leaving something. Or someone. And how hard it is. And how easy it should be.
About how being miserable with beats being happy without, for some stupid reason. About how awesome it is when you´re finally able to let go. And what it takes to take that leap.

I´ve been smoking like there´s no tomorrow.
I´ve been mentally, and physically exhausted. My body is supposed to be my temple. My house. My mind, well, I won´t even go there. I´ve managed to achieve the highest level of fucked-up I possibly could.
I still shake it off, drink it off, scream it off like it doesn´t really matter and I´ll be fine in a day or two.
You won´t catch me without a smile on my face.
Oh, life´s great. No worries.

Ok then.

Fast as you can

I let the beast in too soon, I don´t know how to live
Without my hand on his throat; I fight him always & still
O darling, it´s so sweet, you think you know how crazy
how crazy I am
You say you don´t spook easy, you won´t go, but I know
And I pray that you will
-fast as you can, baby run-free yourself of me
Fast as you can

I may be soft in your palm but I´ll soon grow
Hungry for a fight, and I will not let you win
My pretty mouth will frame the phrases that will
Disprove your faith in man
So if you catch me trying to find my way into your
Heart from under your skin
-fast as you can, baby scratch me out, free yourself
Fast as you can

Sometimes my mind don´t shake and shift
But most of the time, it does
And I get to the place where I´m begging for a lift
Or I´ll drown in the wonders and the was
And I´ll be your girl, if you say its a gift
And you give me some more of your drugs
Yeah, I´ll be your pet, if you just tell me it´s a gift
Cuz I´m tired of whys, choking on whys,
Just need a little because, because *:)*

I let the beast in and then;
I even tried forgiving him, but it´s too soon
So I´ll fight again, again, again, again, again.
And for a little while more, I´ll soar the
Uneven wind, complain and blame
The sterile land
But if you´re getting any bright ideas, quiet dear
I´m blooming within
Fast as you can, baby wait watch me, I´ll be out
Fast as I can, maybe late but at least about
Fast as you can leave me, let this thing
Run its route
Fast as you can...

Re-start from scratch.

Mudanças precisam ser feitas. Urgentemente. Lil´ Susie ain´t too proud of herself right now.
Claramente não dá pra escrever nada que presta nesse período de soul searching. Talk about soul, has anybody seen mine hanging around?

Blues Susie´s been singing.

Ay, que overdose!

Lala´s, you rule! Thanks!
You´ve created a monster though.
:D

Esperem muitas, muitas muitas musiquinhas aqui, amorecos. Nem sei se vai ter texto mais, haha

Ah, recadinho!

Lala´s, como vc faz pra colocar essas músicas (adorei todas, btw) no blog?
I´m as dumb as can be when it comes to these things.
Ensina pra tia, sim?

Acabei de achar uma vodka Leonoff dentro da minha geladeira. Não pergunte. Não estou perguntando. Leonoff. Pois é. Misturei com coca-cola light e logo pensei: ora veja, eu tenho um blog.
Tenho também aquela arma cibernética, o orkut. Sim, com fotos. E com um pouco mais de cem comunidades das quais faço parte só porque fica bonitinho ali do lado. E também porque são engraçadíssimas, não entro em comunidades sérias. Uma perda de tempo de proporções gigantescas. Homens, mulheres e personagens fictícios todos sem ter o que fazer na vida. O orkut não é de Deus, concluo.
Tão indigno e maldito quanto a necessidade de ser lido, visto, admirado, odiado, etc. que temos. Sinto-me meio carente hoje. Bem carente. Sem muita razão, um pouco de razão talvez. Talvez por isso eu tenha percebido aquela Leonoff escondidinha na geladeira.
Tenho um fotolog. Meu Senhor, eu tenho um fotolog. Tenho até dois. E lá eu escrevo minhas melhores anedotas. E uma quantidade significativa de pessoas gostam muito das minhas anedotas. Meu senhor, eu entretenho. Maldita mania de entreter.
Entretenho por ser gente boa? Ou entretenho por carência mesmo? Ei, olha aqui pra mim. Lê lá, está engraçado.
Leonoff até que está boa.
O ser humano é patético.
E por hoje é só.