Confession (The Blower's Daughter)

And so it is
Just like you said it would be
Life goes easy on me
Most of the time

And so it is
The shorter story
No love, no glory
No hero in her skies

I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes...

And so it is
Just like you said it should be
We'll both forget the breeze
Most of the time

And so it is
The colder water
The blower's daughter
The pupil in denial

I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes...

Did I say that I loathe you?
Did I say that I want to
Leave it all behind?

I can't take my mind off of you
I can't take my mind off of you...
I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind...
My mind...my mind...
'Til I find somebody new

(And as you sang, I realised you were singing about what I was feeling. God, I didn't remember you were that pretty. It was amazing, when I saw you walking towards me, how my stomach gave a flinch. And when you smiled... oh, when you smiled, my world crumbled down. You simply can't change that smile, it's already perfect!
Gawd, I think I love you... and is that so bad? I'm just scared, scared you will get bored of me and move away, just like everyone does. But I don't want you to, because it's everything. I love the whole package, whether happy, sad, angry, depresssed, insecure, emotional. It's all of you I love.
But I'm so scared. It's just a hunch, and I'm scared. And, above all, you tell me you trust me. And that makes me feel really selfish, because then I want to keep you for me, and no one else, so I'll do anything for you to stay. You can't trust me to choose the right thing for you, because I'm probably going to end up choosing the right thing for me.
But if that happens, it's only because, like I said and I still can't believe, I love you.)

A change (Would do You Good)

Ten years living in a paper bag
Feedback baby, he's a flipped out cat
He's a platinum canary, drinkin' falstaff beer
Mercedes rule, and a rented lear
Bottom feeder insincere
Prophet lo-fi pioneer
Sell the house and go to school
Get a young girlfriend, daddy's jewel

A change would do you good
A change would do you good

God's little gift is on the rag
Poster girl posing in a fashion mag
Canine, feline, Jekyll and Hyde
Wear your fake fur on the inside
Queen of south beach, aging blues
Dinner's at six, wear your cement shoes
I thought you were singing your heart out to me
Your lips were syncing and now I see

A change would do you good
A change would do you good

Chasing dragons with plastic swords
Jack off Jimmy, everybody wants more
Scully and angel on the kitchen floor
And I'm calling Buddy on the ouija board
I've been thinking 'bout catching a train
Leave my phone machine by the radar range
Hello it's me, I'm not at home
If you'd like to reach me, leave me alone

A change would do you good
A change would do you good

Hello, it's me, I'm not at home
If you'd like to reach me, leave me alone

A change would do you good
A change would do you good

Public Privacy

No me pregunten por qué, pero este tipo de baño público me da miedo. Así tan chiquito e inocente como lo ven (porque no mide más que eso que ven ahí), y si bien está re bien decorado, tiene muchos peligros que acechan (?).
Como muchos ya deben saber (es que lo ando contando por ahí, visteS), yo NUNCA PUDE hacer pis en el urinal (mijitorio, bah) ese que cuelga de la pared. De nuevo, no pregunten porque, me RE cohibe, y si hay más gente en el baño, me siento observado (?). Sólo puedo cuando tome EXTREMAS cantidades del alcohol, y la vejiga realmente me explota, pero me ha pasado de estar parado minutos que el pis no salia eh.
Ahora, este baño en particular hoy me trajo pánico. No sé si notan (es lo más clara que pude dejar la foto), que las puertas de los cubículos del inodoro no solo son de vidrio, sino que miden 2 cm de ancho y 4 de alto masomenos, por lo que tranquilamente podés ver todo lo que sucede del otro lado si prestás un mínimo de atención. Podés usar tu imaginación, pero si no tenés ganas, lo único que tenés que hacer es EMPUJAR la puerta, ya que la falta de traba hace su acceso todavía más fácil!
Ni hablar de que los cubículos del inodoro no están hechos para gente de estatura normal, porque el de la derecha tiene un lindo techito con el que, si no agachaste la cabeza lo suficiente cuando te dispusiste a mear, seguro te hiciste un lindo chichón en el coco que no te olvidaste por algunos días.
Cuidado que con el tamaño, que no se vaya a juntar mucha gente, porque parece uno de esos boliches tan concurridos dónde compartís tu sudor con el que tengas al lado de turno.


Les dejo a su criterio adivinar de dónde es el baño, pero acá les dejo otra fotito de otro baño de la cual no entendí muy bien si era un mensaje subliminal para que presiones más fuerte, la marca, un falta ortográfica, o un simple recordatorio de que te estás haciendo pis, y si no te apurás te hacés ensima (?).

Ah! otras preguntas que se formulan cuando uno va al baño son:
• ¿Porqué los hombres silban, cantan o tararean mientras mean?
• ¿Qué es lo entretenido de charlar a todo pulmón mientras estás cagando en un baño publico?
• ¿Por qué las mujeres tardan TANTO en salir del baño?

Y no pregunto por qué viajan en manada cuando van al baño porque me enteré el otro día que me tuve que meter al baño de mujeres urgente porque el de hombres estaba ocupado con un chabón que aspiraba a más no poder. El que quiere, que responda.

(U)

After some serious thinking, I've come to the conclusion that it is time to stand up and fight once more. I've had a long rest, and a long time to recover, and I think it's done some good.

It's not like I hadn't been hurt before... sure, it was different, it wasn't the same kind of pain. Maybe I don't remember the past that well, but these last few bruises felt VERY real. But what also feels very real is the smell of the routine, the scent of "there's-nothing-new-under-the-sun".
Everyone knows I didn't use to be like this, so trapped inside my own shell, not coming out to enjoy the fresh air. Some people call it slow, but I call it fear. I fear I will lose again. My heart was broken once, my heart was shattered twice.
I've come to the realization that there is no losing without the chance of winning either. And winning... well, winning is just part of my nature.

I'm going one step at a time, but I'm already up from the ground. I'm going on a journey, looking for it. I KNOW it's out there, it just has to be. What's the whole point, otherwise?

Love: you can run, but you can't hide.

Just Watch me Burn!

Bueno bueno, resulta que no hubo necesidad de ninguna medida drástica laboralmente hablando, porque....

I GOT PROMOTED!!!!!!

Me enteré el miércoles a la tarde, pero entre todo el rush de cosas nuevas y festejos, la verdad que no había podido postear antes.
Así que, de ahora en más, este es el blog de un nuevo MSN Supervisor (oh yeah!!)

Parece que hay mucho trabajo para hacer, muchas cosas para aprender, y mucha gente por conocer (lo cual, believe or not, es GENIAL). En los pocos días que tuve el puesto, ya AMO mi trabajo, y todo lo que se relacione, desde las freaking sup calls, hasta mi nuevo jefe, que es lo más COPADO que puede haber... con decir que hasta finde largo me dio con lo de laburo que hay!!

Dudé muchísimo de mi mismo últimamente, pero no creo que vuelva a pasar... so, from now on, you'll just watch me BURN!

(I would of course like to thank everyone who believes in me. You know who you are, and you should know I couldn't have done it without you)