
Dobro mi ide. Uplatila sam deo letovanja za krstarenje turskom obalom. 3 obroka dnevno, kilo knjiga i već spominjani ajpod i muška lepota koja se druži sa mnom.
Nisam još dobila finalno odobrenje iz firminog HQ-a, al...
Ne bih imala ništa protiv 'Praise you' naopako...
Čudno je sve to. Leto je, a ja smrznuta.
Ništa me se nije dojmilo. Niti jedan film...ni muzika...
Možda jeste, al mi se nije pisalo o tome.
Sve u svemu, dobro mi ide.
I treći, dobro mi ide, prvi put u životu sam tendenciozno lakirala nokte sve u neku boju. Izabrah ciganjsku rđu. Metalik!
I?
Samo sam lipicanerski bacala nokte po tastaturi i po sastancima.
Ima se, može se.
A, btw, bolje sam se izbojadisavala flomasterima kad sam bila dete. Pogodila nokat i tako to...
I za četvrto, dobro mi ide, imam mali liriks. Pink House (music by The Czars, lyrics by John Grant)
Lilacs and tiger-lilies won’t be enough for me when you’re gone
Hollyhocks, gladiolas, will never replace this face
In your little pink house with the blue polka-dots
I learned what I was and what I was not,
Supposed to be
Supposed to be
Supposed to be
Supposed to be
Bleeding heart, lily-of-the-valley
Snapdragon, rambling rose
You’ll never make it in this world
If you’re not one of those
In your little pink house, with the blue polka-dots
I learned what I was and what I was not
Supposed to be
Supposed to be
Supposed to be
Supposed to be
Diadem, orange sensation
Diorama, bell canto,
Baby-Lune, and princess too,
But you were the one I chose
In your little pink house, with the blue polka-dots
I learned what I was and what I was not
Supposed to be
Supposed to be
Supposed to be
Supposed to be
Jel sam spomenula da sam nosila minić i japanke i da mi je na parkingu moje japi firme japi u kolima stao da me poveze 'do stanice'?
Dobro mi ide. Peti put.
Post je objavljen 12.07.2006. u 21:23 sati.