strangers like me

Strolled down the sidewalk with the jungle beats of Tarzan blasting in my brain. Went to check out the building of an apartment I'm gonna take a look at on Monday. Saw the street and ran for my life, would rather live in a trash can in Bangladesh. Went over to the neighborhood of another apartment the agency has available, close to work and to my heart. Apparently. Holy mother f.. Sent 2 hysterical texts to the agency about how I wanna switch to the other one instead. Ha ha they will have a blast coming into work on Monday seeing my "please please pleaeplealpelapleaaseeeee pretty please please oh pretty please can I see the other apartment PUH-LEAZEEE?!"- messages. He he. Funny.


somewhere in the world someone's making love to this song right now

Round and around it goes this bright light morning, the playlist if my heart. Over and over the beats are telling me the truth. Someone asked me if I never get bored of the melodies, I feel sad that that person has only experienced music with her ears, never with her soul.

One more song before I've got to go, I'm singing
From the very bottom of my soul, and meaning
Every single word and every note, I'm pleading
Let me hear you sing it all once more, with feeling


you have that kind of smile that could break a face, just boom.

Smiling for so many reasons today that we would turn old and grey if I started counting. So we'll just enjoy the music instead.


be creative and above all approach happiness

Spent my weekend with Baby Doll, Sweet Pea, Rocket, Amber and Blondie. The only women I can stand at the moment.
Will get some important information today. Cross your fingers, cross your toes and keep your heart beating.


For those who fight for it, life has a flavor the sheltered will never know

Who honors those we love with the very life we live? Who sends monsters to kill us, and at the same time sings that we'll never die? Who teaches us what's real, and how to laugh at lies? Who decides why we live, and what we'll die to defend? Who chains us, and who holds the key to set us free? It's you. You have all the weapons you need. Now fight!
- Sucker Punch 2011