Yes, it is good to be back.
Specially because my place has welcomed me so gently!
And when someone does good things to us, it's our duty to give it back. So, after a weekend full of sleeping and cooking gorgeous nhoc and watching Monty Python and going to the zoo and appearing on TV saying "I just missed the tiger", I started a whole "schedule" of cleaning this my very nice apartment and trying to give something back to'im, cause you know, roses and chocolate can change a way of life. Ever since I had free time (at all), all I did was cleaning the kitchen, washing the dishes, the floor, the bathroom, every little piece of my place. He's an "earing" now, you shoud see. Hey, who wants to check it out raise your hands! _o/
Special thanks to Tita, always always. Look, when you have your own place you must clean it listening to that U2 CD you gave me. "Dancing barefoot", "Desire" and "hallellujah here she comes" are the best ones for this kind of task. Thank you! I danced so much that now I've pain all over my body.
E a tradutora pode corrigir todos os meus erros de inglês que eu até agradeço. ;)
Ah, aliás agora também tem eu aqui ó:
http://www.alittlerhyme.blig.com.br
quinta-feira, 4 de agosto de 2005
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Oooouun. You do have a perfect life. Meanwhile, I found out about the folks on my place smoking weed. Jeez!
Thos U2 song a pretty cool to dance, aren't they? I like "Mysterious Ways" (not sure 'bout the spelling) and "Trash, tampoline and the party girl" a lot too.
But I'm more on the Aimee Mann mood lately.
'Bout the apartment, it IS gonna happen, but mum still doesn't know. Huh... But my cousin said I can already arrange the stuff here. Hip hip (uha!)
Boubba... pode discordar de qtos pontos você quiser. Primeiro, pq ultimamente se alguém me falar "vc não sabe do q tá falando" eu vou pensar que eu provavelmente não sei mesmo. E depois, aquilo não são só teorias, só coisas que a gente escreve qdo tá sentindo e fica tudo estranho. Sabe qdo vc sempre discorda do Caderno? Então, aquilo.
Sem mais, aqui vou eu pras minhas desventuras em série... hã!
Pelo menos ontem um Ele falou comigo. Hã... e QUE Ele!
Beeeeijos fouffa!
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