Endless round of musical chairs

I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind
There was something so pleasant about that place.
Even your emotions had an echo
In so much space

And when you’re out there
Without care,
Yeah, I was out of touch
But it wasn’t because I didn’t know enough
I just knew too much

Pueque sea la fiebre que tengo constante desde la madrugada del lunes, pero hoy mientras trataba de que reaccionara mi puerquecito (se siente como cuando fui a mi primera clase de judo) me puse a reflexionar ampliamente…
Lo peor es que ahorita no me acuerdo de nada jajaja
Y eso que si fue una reflexión intensa de esas que hasta la mirada perdida de ¿será cognoscible el ser?

Tal vez hasta solucione el global warming…

Me sacaron changue y la vdd que standing ovation a la enfermera que lo hizo, superbien supernice superfamiliar, hasta me dio a escoger y por supuesto que escogí el parche de niño, que el cuerpo siga creciendo, yo me quedo con mis 4 años mentales y que venga SpongeBob…
A vers que me dicen mañana, yo digo que voy a salir mitad alien como la Dakota en Taken jajajaja, ahora la pregunta obligada es cuál de mis padres fue el abducido???

Y como no he podido ver 300 estoy más que frustrada, a ver si me rapto a alguien que la haga de enfermera/o en caso de que me dé la chiripiorca en el cine jajajajaja
Iba a poner quote del English Patient, pero se me hizo too much, así volviendo a mi espiritú de infante (niño no Pedro) reprimido pondré de Toy Story porque al rato me las voy a requemar, así es, again!

Buzz: Right now, poised at the edge of the galaxy, Emperor Zurg has been secretly building a weapon with the destructive capacity to annihilate an entire planet! I alone have information that reveals this weapon’s only weakness. And you, my friend, are responsible for delaying my rendezvous with Star Command!
Woody: [pauses and looks incredulous] YOU. ARE. A. TO-YYYYY! You aren’t the real Buzz Lightyear! You’re – you’re just an action figure!
[holds hand up to eyes indicating something small]
Woody: You are a child’s play-thing!
Buzz: You are a sad, strange little man, and you have my pity. Farewell.
Woody: Oh, yeah? Well, good riddance, ya loony.

[Mr. Potato Head rearranges his facial features crazily]
Mr. Potato Head: Hey, Hamm. Look, I’m Potasso.
Hamm: I don’t get it.
Mr. Potato Head: You uncultured swine.

Woody: Look, we’re all very impressed with Andy’s new toy.
Buzz: Toy?
Woody: T-O-Y, toy.
Buzz: Excuse me, I think the word you’re searching for is "space ranger".
Woody: The word I’m searching for, I can’t say, because there’s preschool toys present.

Buzz: This is no time to panic.
Woody: This is a perfect time to panic!

Mientras no regresen los elefantes rosas todo estará bien, porque ahorita I don’t feel like dancing…

My heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on a limb
And all I remember is thinking, I want to be like them
Ever since I was little, ever since I was little it looked like fun
And it’s no coincidence I’ve come
And I can die when I’m done

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1 Response to Endless round of musical chairs

  1. KIRA says:

    coma-coma, porque me le sacaron sangre? que no se supone que usted es la que debio de haber sacado sangre? la imagino perfecto con su curita. yo soy tan dramatica para esas cosas. you know me. drama always first. la quiero mucho. dije \’take care\’, no \’taken\’ care.

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