Baby it's you

As I sit here listening to this song (the cover the Shirelles did and then the cover this model Maria Antonia did, so ditsy) I wonder if I'm a badass.
I wonder if having boredom written all over your face can be equivalent to it. But I feel like someone that's antisocial in the pretty way i.e. breaking windows, playing with lipstick on the mirror, drinking kerosene and just about every stupid thing in the book.
Because mushiness gets to me and sometimes it doesn't - like what's up with that? I'd like to be a frilly wuss, but no, sometimes I play into the casual badass part. Which is really easy to do.
Just act all pissed off when you're alone, for no reason. And be excited for the following day when you'll be turning into a half-assed version of Calamity Jane. Or just when you go back to being all mushy.

By the by, Lily Cole is a goddess (the girl to your left, my left anyway.)

Margarina

Am ajuns acasa, pe pat langa telefon si am auzit niste bazaituri. S-a rupt o scandura si am cazut prin podea. Oricum, tot am adormit. Ce conta o cadere cand urmau altele mai zgomotoase?
Am vazut maini si unghii rosii iesind de sub plapuma, cine stie in capul cui am cazut.
Telefonul a sunat, am apasat un buton si s-a auzit vocea cuiva.
- Tu ai papuci de casa?
- Da.
- Cate perechi?
- Trei.
- Nu ai vrea patru?
- Pentru ce?
- Pentru a patra persoana.
- Cine?
- Cea care va veni. Sigur va mai fi o a patra persoana.
- Cum va arata?
- Ca un felinar.

You'll take to the sky

Summertime, and the living is easy.

I miss the beach, if you can believe that, but I only miss a part of it, the part with the blue towel left on the sand and some seagulls.
Now, if my name were Zoey, I'd feel more comfortable on that beach, but as it is, I'll just look through a window. Which is the worst thing; watching the beach through a window, but what can I do?
It's dry.
Is there time for the beach when I have so much driving to do?

where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?

Meh. Wonder what the fleas think of us.
That song from Toto is very inspiring. The one with Africa.
I don't like clothes with catchphrases, you neo-Nazis with no goddamn balls!
Depression Valley ----

Life is a party

In seara asta am iesit din casa cu gandul ca petrecerea nu va iesi. Nu stiu de ce. Doar totul era pregatit, totul era in regula, eram doar obosita. Dormisem putin ca de obicei.
Cand am eu presimtiri de genu' "asta o sa fie nasol" de obicei iese extraordinar, sau cel putin foarte bine.
Si asa s-a intamplat si cu petrecerea. Au fost oameni si oameni, pe care nu ii mai vazusem pe la majorate alte dati, toti adunati pentru o singura colega. Si am fost destui. Toate micile probleme cu muzica, mancare, nu mai stiu ce, s-au rezolvat imediat.
Colega a fost foarte emotionata de gest, toata seara a zambit continuu si s-a simtit in al noualea cer (ne-a multumit de mii de ori). A fost o atmosfera calda, conversatii placute, mici incidente, momente de "togetherness" si cred ca a fost cel mai reusit majorat din clasa, dar poate exagerez. Cred asta pentru ca totul a fost facut pentru ca o fata sa se simta fericita de ziua ei.
Si e unul din acele gesturi care fac viata mai luminoasa.

Sugar Town

Cuz I'm in shoo-shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo-shoo...

Apple juice is necessary, cigarette smoke sucks big time.
And I just know spoilt brats are actually charming.
Oh and I hate blood tests. The needle is terrifying.

Dancing with Myself

Eating great apple cake made by my one and only mum and studying and writing and listening to a song about all these things or just Dancing with Myself.
So...wherever I am, I'll be dancing with myself. with the music all in my head.
Because there's no need to be a boring adult