martes, junio 01, 2004

Trash Son las 13.49 de un martes. Estoy sentada frente a mi pc, y acabo de responder al neonazi. De repente, entra por la ventana un asqueroso olor a sardinas fritas (qué olor tan apestoso!!). No comprendo cómo algunas personas tienen el valor de meterse eso en la boca con el olor que desprende..... Sonando All that she Wants, Ace of Base - Happy Nation 1993 She leads a lonely life. When she woke up late in the morning light and the day had just begun. She opened up her eyes and thought -O’ what a morning! It’s not a day for work, It’s a day for catching tan. Just laying on the beach and having fun. She’s going to get you. All that she wants is another baby, she’s gone tomorrow boy. All that she wants is another baby.