Its cold here, innit? I'm moving....

Al volver a leer mi blog como si nunca lo habia leido antes... me parece demasiado triste y desesperado... ahora que quiero escribir otra vez no se de que puedo..
Quizas no puedo y nunca podia... (<-Os presento La Prueba 'A')

Speed of Sound

Long has it been since i..
and longer it feels..
wonder why i turned away..
there was no reason to.

But here i am..
with no promise of starting again..
so what if i do or don't..
there was never a reason to begin with.

and i remember the song..

How long before I get in?
Before it starts, before I begin?
How long before you decide?
Before I know what it feels like?
Where To, where do I go?
If you never try, then you'll never know.
How long do I have to climb,
Up on the side of this mountain of mine?

wow!8 months! i had to try 6 damn times to log on to blogger.
i'll post this same post after 8 months again,won't i?

why not just delete the whole thing says part of me but the other says,"well thats easy for you to say!you did'nt once upon a time think very highly of blogging!".
i wonder why it doesnt self-terminate.everything else seems to when not in use for a long time.
but the best part of posting now is i can write anything and be sure nobody will read it(not that they did before) but its great now because i don't care either way.

Its unfortunate that blogging is a common phenomenon now.It was nicer when people went "a blog?whats that?is it another name for booger or do you just have a cold?"(ok fine nobody actually went that way but the point has been made) Commonality sometimes makes things vulgar.is commonality an actual word?

Why did i ever bother describing my day? who the hell cares about what i did in my small world?who the hell cares about what anybody did in their small world?unless maybe if your in direct contact with that person when you don't have much of a choice but to care especially when you don't.

8 months and my losing-track-of-the-point-if-there-was-one-to-begin-with capabilities are as good as new.

i remembered i never said good-bye but then again i could'nt have remembered it cause i never forgot so i should have said that i never said good-bye.

c ya after 8 months!

I amaze myself sometimes.
From a zealotous fanatic to a wooden plank.

The only thing constant,unchanging right now ..is the smell of Rain.especially in summer.I just cannot get enough of it.

and everything else is coated with a nice,thick,creamy layer of crap.

Summers Suck!

To Sophie,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! HAPPY 18th!!!!
Love you lots...muah.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

p.s. you're old!
you can vote!
you legally exist!!
you can do things...legally.. and get screwed..legally.
have fun being 18......it wont last very long.