me voy a alejar de el sin decirselo, me dule muchisismo, pero por lo menos se que no me voy a morir, no pasa nada, ya lo vivi, seguire con mi vida aburrida, y esperare a que llegue un sustituto, el siempre va a ser, pero como dice carlitos, lo amare en silencio, estos dias voy a llorar muchisimo, pero es lo que tengo q hacer, me encanta que me hable y que me diga lo que quiero oir, pero es una realidad ficticia, no se como se lo voy a decir, no se como no contestar el telefono, ya no puedo fingir, estaba mejor antes.

BRENDA!! TE FELICITO!!! ERES MI HEROE!! BRAVO, BRAVO!

I listened to Elton John's "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road" more than 5 times today while using my old sewing machine, the one I bought with the money earned serving tables in Chelsea. It was a productive Sunday indeed; beauty, cooking, sewing, photography, reading Twyla Tharp's book over a starbucks mocha and having sex in the mid-afternoon. Who was saying that I forgot who I was?

me siento sola

i hate that ugly bitch.she is soooo annoying, how can she even stand herself???, damn i wish i was not her!!!

Aqui.

donde esta sol?

I miss my house, that is what i tell victor while I take a glass of soluted fiber. My digestive system is not working correctly and I'm afraid I will get fat again.

UCELLI NELLA MIA TESTA...

we ate pizza in silence, we both had a long day and you were complaining about everything. i was just there, bitting the portobello slice.

we just started with the problematic phone calls, as is our routine. trapped in the office without keys and wondering if I should just go somewhere else. i want to watch Le Femme Nikita, or not even, i just want you to call and go home.

we walked around chelsea, and the weather and the smell of spring in the middle of january felt like good old times. its not that I miss what I had, but I don't feel that I'm on the other side of the pool yet, more swimming is still needed. I found a good book by Twyla Tharp about creativity and how to begin, I need to get to Amazon and get it, hopefully this I will read until the end. later tonight we are going to get some argentinian empanadas and hopefully some sangria at the gauchas place. weekends seem so short lately.
now that I think about it, I do miss something, but don't know what it is yet.