četvrtak, 06.03.2008.

alo ljudi....evo mene opet nakon duze stanke....nista se pametno nije dogodilo.osim ove kise i mutavog vremena....ali sta cete.kreso otisao nazad u italiju....zivot ide po starom.starci seru o svemu i svacemu....ali i to se da nekako prezivjeti....
kum alen se nekako smirio.vise nije to onaj celavi narko boss sa budainke.sad je to jako miran decko....helena je ocito imala prste u tome.eto sta zena napravi od decka....antin rođo mijo je postao seksualno poremecen pa napada kinu stalno(koja se btw danas obojala u plavo.dio kose plavo a dio narancasto....dosla je na svoje)nata i dalje iscekuje svog dragog....dosta o tome.samo se bacim u crnjak....iovako po cijele dane slusam samo crnjake....a i dozivljavam ih.opet sam pocela slusati rock....recimo....stalno vrtim od garbagea pjesme na playlisti....opet neki cudan period u mom zivotu...
u sub 3 rođendana slavim....weeeetonkic slavi,mijo i repa....uuuu bit ce veselo...samo da mene ne uhvate moje spike.uglavnom kako mijo kaze...."sirite ljubav"
opet su me poceli hvatati neki ludi planovi za buducnost.poslovi i to...ali sam to odmah u korijenu srezala...ima dosta razloga zasto....nekim bi ljudima ocito falila....ali ima vremena i za to...gdje je to jos....ma de...moje price....
sta jos napisati....hmmmm nemam ideje.iovako sam samo nesto malo napisala da bi kreso prvi mogao kommat....ode sad u krevet.zima mi je...pozz za....ma zna se...i............kicc od nane

Garbage: "A Stroke Of Luck"

Hanging by threads of palest silver
I could have stayed that way forever
Bad blood and ghosts wrapped tight around me
Nothing could ever seem to touch me

I lose what I love most
Did you know I was lost until you found me?

A stroke of luck or a gift from God?
The hand of fate or devil's claws?
From below or saints above?
You came to me

Here comes the cold again
I feel it closing in
It's falling down and
All around me falling

You say that you'll be there to catch me
Or will you only try to trap me
These are the rules I make
Our chains were meant to break
You'll never change me

Here comes the cold again
I feel it closing in
You're falling down and
All around me falling

Stroke of luck or a gift from God?
Hand of fate or devil's claws?
From below or saints above?
You come to me now

Don't ask me why
Don't even try

A stroke of luck or a gift from God?
The hand of fate or devil's claws?
From below or saints above?
You came to me

Here comes the cold again
I feel it closing in
It's falling down and
All around me falling

Falling, falling
Falling, falling
Falling, falling.

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