mood: loved music: The Dandy Warhols "We Used to Be Friends"

She’ll leave the World in Shock

Make you, bitchez, Rock!

Rebel Freak?

Oh,Fuck ,no!She’s Unique.

Everybody calls her a “black sheep’

She’s nor a Label,neither Trand,

She’s X-mas gift to send.

Whore in mind and saint in Soul,

Where the Heart was is the deep Hole

Wet black Eyeliner

Make her looks rather finer.

And in horrible mind’s Fight.

She’s not a Toy to play,

Go away from her Way

Her Girls?Where they came from?

When you call her “Darling”,she’s getting sad,

Tell her that ”she’s a kitty”,she’ll make you feel bad.

You’ll ask her “What’s Wrong?”

She’ll make louder Manson’s song.

And adore “nu” pics.

Love the funny bubbles and mango gums,

Look!Here She comes.

Ain’t of cookin’

Love her little Unicorn

And getting’ bored from the porn.

And her Dream to see Cali,

Little Box is near to her Bed

With a little Hear inside,which’s empty and red.

And Dior’s collage “How you should look’

Many sms’re in her mobile phone,

And some Prizes she’s won.

And have no Fear about Pain.

She’s fallin’ in love 5 times,

All her Friends said that there’re crimes.

If you’re friend or piece of Shit,

She loves suchi,cackes&caramel

And black dress from vinyl.

But She left for you one Part,

She’s fallin’ into Heartbreaker

And she wants to be a wig’s maker

And sometimes forget some Names

She’s sick of compliments

But depends on Circumstance

And She likes your Face to see,

She likes People who’re Broken,

By your Side to be awoken

Panic Attacks make her sick

And She likes shocking pink Lipstick

But too bored to always wake up with You either,

She can’t take her Eyes from Westwood’s dress

And old men want her as a mistress.

And sometimes,at the night time She’s screamin’,

She’s waitin’ for her Fairy-Tale

And your Answer by e-mail.

Что мы подразумеваем,когда говорим "soulmate"?
Мы похожи? Нет
Мы смотрим в одном направлении? Иногда
Я начинаю предложение и ты продолжаешь?Да
Я чертовски хочу  эту "вещь", и ты покупаешь мне (или себе)
Я плачу,ты не утешаешь,ты плачешь со мной.
Я веселюсь,и мы падаем без ног вместе.
Я знаю,о чем твоя новая смс.
Ты знаешь,что я одену на встречу.
Ты целуешь меня,я целую тебя.
Мы любим друг друга.


У меня много знакомых,немного настоящих друзей,которых безумно люблю и ценю,но "soulmate" на данный момент один..Спасибо,Эдди:*

I keep thinkin' bout that little sparkle in your eye
Is it a light from the angels, or your devil deep inside?
What about the way you say you love me all the time
Are you liftin' me up to heaven, just to drop me down the line?

There's a ring around my finger,
But will you change your mind?
And you tell me that I'm beautiful,
But that could be a lie

Are you a heartbreaker?
Maybe you want me for the ride
What if I'm fallin' for a heartbreaker?
And everything is just a lie
I won't be leavin' here alive
I won't be leavin' here alive, no

Temporary happiness is like waiting for the knife
Cause I'm always watchin' for someone to show their darker side
So maybe I'll sit back and just enjoy all this for now
Watch it all play out, see if you really stick around

But there's always this one question
That keeps me up at night
Are you my greatest love
Or disappointment in my life?



I'm holding on with both hands and both feet, oh
Promise that you won't pull the rug out from under me

There was a 5.8 earthquake today
and it kinda got me thinking
I'd still have all my hate for you in tact
even if I lost everything

What did I say
Why are you shaking your head
You know you done me wrong
I may be crazy it's all in my head
But I want you darling gone

Why did I ever like you
What did I see
Whatever it was must have been some kind of illusion
A Magic trick on me


It's hard to believe I ever laughed at anything you said
Cos you're just not funny
Who would believe I'd let you do all those things
Oh I guess the joke was on me

I tried to be zen
I've even asked all my friends
To help my let it slide
But all I see is your face
In my favourite place
And I can't help but wonder why

Tell me why did I
Why did I ever like you
What did I see
Whatever it was must have been some kind of illusion
A Magic trick on me

You took my hand
You showed me how
You promised me you'd be around
Uh huh
That's right
I took your words
And I believed
In everything
You said to me
Yeah huh
That's right

If someone said three years from now
You'd be long gone
I'd stand up and punch them out
Cause they're all wrong
I know better
cause you said forever
and ever
who knew

Remember when we were such fools
And so convinced and just too cool
Oh no
No no
I wish I could touch you again
I wish I could still call you a friend
I'd give anything

When someone said count your blessings now
For they're long gone
I guess I just didn't know how
I was all wrong
They knew better
Still you said forever
And ever
Who knew

Yeah yeah
I'll keep you locked in my head
Until we meet again
Until we
Until we meet again
And I won't forget you my friend
What happened

I wish I could remember
But I keep
Your memory
You visit me in my sleep
My darling
Who knew
My darling
My darling
Who knew
My darling
I miss you
My darling
Who knew
Who knew

Мне жутко надоело болеть, если сравнить с тем,как я любила "это дело " в детстве-выйдет довольно таки четко-выраженная кривая. Ведь болезнь в детстве сопровождалась усиленной заботой и нежностью, вкусностями* и свободой от школы.Теперь же,я скучаю до морального и физического иступления. Компьютер начинает  раздражать уже через пару часов, за вкусняшками ходить некому , и все время нужно делать,что все шикарно иначе по квартире ,как фурия, носится мама,говоря,что я не слежу за своим здоровьем и доведу ее своим поведением до инфаркта.Не поверите. Чаще всего я уже даже и не отвечаю ей, хотя ,как утверждают многие,у меня итальянский темперамент ,о чем вам всегда засвидетельствуют соседи.
Я уже хочу в Академию, хочу видеть моих друзей, я скучаю ,честно, хотя я и веду себя странновато,но это все болезнь:)А так я -белая и пушистая.Еще я очень хочу есть, просто есть.Нет, кризис пока еще не заставил  меня голодать, просто я уже со Среды или Четверга ем только кусочек хлеба и пью чай:(

Еще вчера мне пришло интресное письмо,написано оно на ломанном английском,поэтому я думаю,что всем  будет понятно:

"at 1st i would like to to say sorry if i disturb u. u have to know that i am a manager in luxury 1st class night show cabaret in nicosia(capital of cyprus). the girls there r dancing and they make also consomansion with the customers. for eac dring they have, they get extra 2 euro out of their salary. bcs i like be correct i am telling u that the girls they go also out if they want (nobody push them) for sex and they take for an hour 70-100 euro. accomotation is free. the girls after they finish they are free go anywhere they like. if there is something more u want 2 know pls let me know.
kiss u polys "

Все,не любите меня-уеду работать проституткой на Кипр!!!)ататата
А им подходят фриковые проститутки?Я не знаю-как там на Кипре обстоит с этим дело,поделитесь,а?)