*happy*

I have an husband, a daughter, a son. We live in a house, we have a boat, we have a car. I call him "darling", he calls me "honey". We wanted to divorce, but we don't want it anymore.

I think I'm falling in love...

Lesson of the Day.

"Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits. Raised on a diet of broken biscuits,

oh we don't look the same as you

We don't do the things you do, but we live around here too.

Oh really..."

Pulp.

...!

Got to miss this. Computer syndrome! Whatever! It's part of me now. Log out. Menu. Turn off.
My music, my work, my "Apostas.", my pictures and my farm.

All the friends I can't phone, I can't reach, I can't see and yet I need them so much as If they were here. They help me, they actually care. Their lifes end up for me when I pack them, their countries, their problems, their bands and practises, their stories, into the black and tiny laptop bag.

I place them upside down in the tiny corner between my sofa and the wall. My friends! The ones that are there and cheer up even more than the others. The day my laptop dies will be legendary. The day I get mad and need phyco help. And I'm not even exagerating.

REMEMBER TO DIE!

Love and death ai to shi deai to wakare
Love and death ai to shi wasurenai sa...
Love and death ai to shi deai to wakare
Love and death ai to shi wasurenai sa

DANCE DANCE HA ! HA ! REMEMBER TO DIE...
Boys and girls koyoi kurai odori akasou
Jinsei wa ai to shi
Boys and girls Baby don't cry daijoubu sa
Jinsei wa Oh Yeah ai to shi...

(Instrumentals)

Love and death ai to shi deai to wakare
Love and death ai to shi wasurenai sa

DANCE DANCE HA ! HA ! REMEMBER TO DIE...

Boys and girls koyoi kurai odori akasou
Jinsei wa ai to shi
Boys and girls Baby don't cry daijoubu sa
Jinsei wa Oh Yeah ai to shi

DANCE DANCE HA ! HA ! REMEMBER TO DIE...
Boys and girls koyoi kurai odori akasou
Jinsei wa ai to shi
Boys and girls Baby don't cry daijoubu sa
Ore-tachi wa ai to shi
Hey Baby ima wa kurai nomi odorou
Jinsei wa ai to shi...
Hey Baby Baby don't cry aishiaou
Ore-tachi wa ai to shi...

DANCE DANCE HA ! HA ! REMEMBER TO DIE...!!! ^^

USA.

" When the americans travelled for the first time to the Moon, they realized pens wouldn't write. They spent millions of US dollars trying to find a pen that would write with negative temperatures, with hundreds of Celsius, head down, head up, in glass, plastic and wood. A pen that would write on Space!

The Russians used a pencil"