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ko da se neki problem zapit. postal je problem zapit se a ujedno se i dobro zabavit. menie to nekako cak i uspjelo u cetvrtak. sta ne mogu rec za subotu. inace mrzim subotu. mrzim izlazit subotom. petak je moj dan. (nedavno sam saznala da sam rodjena u ponedjeljak. koi luzerski dan za rodit se. vidi se da nisam ja birala.) anyway, nekak u zadnje vrieme bauljam negdje iznad zemlje. nisam si bas svoja. al pase mi to. lagano mie dopizdilo bit "uzorna". ne smeta mi ni ak sam u svemu tome alone. jebiga, tak i tak moras progutat hrpu govana da bi dobil lizalicu. (koja stjupid metafora). u biti htjela sam rec kak ti mora hrpa pijanki bit losa tak da bi, kad jednom dodje neka dobra, mogEL uzivat u toj.
bili smo neki dan na takvim mjestima vani da mie zivo neugodno rec opce di. no, bilo je oke. naravno zbog ekipe koa je bila, ne sigurno zbog tih diskasting plejsiz. ja sam olfo izasla na jednu pivu (svirao je miro u praćki) a na kraju sam uletila mado u 8 ujutro. zavrsili smo kod nekog lika doma. fraer ima jeben stan. u biti meni je jeben. (i stan i on). ono neka iznajmljena rupa al totalno izgleda rokerski, malo podsjeca na nekakovu garazu. lik nam je pustiL floyde i zeppeline (since na repeat), cugali smo pivu i ja sam iz boce umjesto vodu potegla rakiju. bilo je totalno dobro i naravno s njim/a se nikad vise necemo vidjet.
bila sam i na onim, nedajboze da me iko ko me zna cuje/procita, odurnim brejn (WASH) holidejzima. dobar je marley, svaka mu dala, zika je fajn, čil aut, al taj lik iz brejna mie žasu. mozda se ful varam, al u tom salucaju je jednom prilikom u ksetu faking predobro odglumio jerka. dobro, dobro, i ja sam bič. i zatucana sam sa tim svojim nekim prvim dojmovima. no enivej (koji mie ovo enivej danas? ne ubrajajuci sad ovaj?) bilo je milion ljudi, gužvancia, žiža. ja sam uglavnom bauljala okolo solo, bilo mie oke tak tumarat po bugaluu pijana i njihat se u ritmu regea. da ipak budem donekle dosljedna sebi nisam pljeskala niti iza jedne pjesme. jej, z_lo power!
sutra je prokleti ponedeljak. prie cetvrtka ne planiram bas neka zarakijavanja. al neplanirano je uviek najbolje. valjda.
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Ah, I’m a mean, mean woman
And I don’t mean no one man, no good, no.
I’m a mean, mean woman,
I don’t mean no one man, no good.
I just treats ‘em like I wants to
I never treats ‘em, honey like I should.
Oh, Lord, I once had a daddy,
He said he’d give me everything in sight.
Once had a daddy,
Said he’d give me everything in sight.
Yes, he did
So I said, “Honey, I want the sunshine,
you take the stars out of the night.
Come on and give ‘em to me, babe, ‘cause I want ‘em right now.”
I ain’t the kind of woman
Who’d make your life a bed of ease, ha ha ha ha!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I’m not the kind of woman, no,
To make your life a bed of ease.
Yeah, but if you, if you just wanna go out drinkin’, honey,
Won’t you invite me along please.
Oh, I’ll be so good to ya babe, yeah!
Whoa, go on!
I guess I’m just like a turtle
That’s hidin’ underneath its horny shell.
Whoa, whoa, oh yeah, like a turtle
Hidin’ underneath its horny shell.
But you know I’m very well protected —
I know this goddamn life too well.
Oh! Now call me mean, you can call me evil, yeah, yeah,
I’ve been called much of some things around,
Honey, don’t ya know I have!
Whoa, call me mean or call me evil
I’ve been called much of some things, all things around,
Yeah, but I’m gonna take good care of Janis, yeah,
Honey, ain’t no one gonna dog me down.
Alright, yeah.
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This is the springtime of my loving - the second season I am to know
You are the sunlight in my growing - so little warmth I've felt before.
It isn't hard to feel me glowing - I watched the fire that grew so low.
It is the summer of my smiles - flee from me Keepers of the Gloom.
Speak to me only with your eyes. It is to you I give this tune.
Ain't so hard to recognize - These things are clear to all from
time to time.
Talk Talk - I've felt the coldness of my winter
I never thought it would ever go. I cursed the gloom that set upon us...
But I know that I love you so
These are the seasons of emotion and like the winds they rise and fall
This is the wonder of devotion - I see the torch we all must hold.
This is the mystery of the quotient - Upon us all a little rain must fall.
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