Después de unos días algo depre y encabrona fui a trabajar 3 horitas en la noche y me subió un poco el ánimo, ver a la gente fue un gusto. Dar clases más intensas, estar como antes, aunque por un rato fue genail.Antes fui a dónde llevé el ordenador y bueno me cabrea q me tomen por tonta. Le dije las 4 cosas que quería q me aclarara pero sólo me daba escusas absurdas. No hay nada peor que tratar con tios que sólo ven a una chiquilla en vez de una persona q les habla con coherencia. Es una mierda pero bueno elegí la opción de irme de la tienda, la otra era cagarme en sus ejem... (q luego me riñen por cagarme en los muertos de alguien o insultar)
Así que desde el Martes 19 no tengo ordenador, o no lo puedo usar porque como suena el ventilador cada minuto pues a los 5 me pongo de los nervios y me dan ganas de lanzarlo al suelo. Tiene narices tener un ordenador y no poder usarlo.
Estoy en el de mis padres, por si preguntan.
Es el cumple de 2 grandes. el primero mi Mark Owen
(Take That) 1972 y de la fantastica Ashley
(Ha*Ash) 1987. Aunque voy a poner una canción de Markie ya que de Ha*Ash he subido muchas. Four Minute Warning
Four minutes left to go,
Is this the end? That
message on your stereo,
Four minute warning
Everybody wants to know,
What should we do than,
A few short stories. A four minute warning
Sasha stands in his yellow cafe
Yes the heart of the city is here,
So he tells me
Sitting on his red leather sofa,
He's rolling another
Man, I'll see you when I see you
Polly is set to be the next big thing
In her high heeled boots, and her two inch earrings
Heart of glass, Blondie, sings in her ear
You're a rock queen honey and we all hear you
Three minutes left to go,
Is this the end? That
message on your stereo,
Four minute warning
Everybody wants to know,
What should we do than
A few short stories. A four minute warning
Lucy had a hard time with love
But love recently chose the right time for Lucy
Loving when you know it's the final time
She now holds time in her own mind
Yeah, Jimmies is the local for Michael
A Guinness in one hand, in the other a fable, able
I once asked are you a lonely man
His reply was non-committal, 'I am what I am man'
Two minutes left to go,
Is this the end? That
message on your stereo,
Four minute warning
Everybody wants to know,
What should we do than
The official story's a four minute warning
Cry, Laugh, Feel love, Peace, Panic,
these are your four minutes.
(I'm counting it down, four minutes of sound, it's always a rush
when your around)
The final story is one of me,
Who with four minutes left has used up three
I think of you, I think of me
Then I think of nothing,
It's the end you see,
Yeah!
One minute left to go,
Is this the end? That
message on your stereo,
Four minute warning
Everybody wants to know,
What should we do than
A few short stories. A four minute warning
30 seconds left to go,
Is this the end? That
message on your stereo,
Four minute warning
Everybody wants to know,
What should we do than
What would you do,
What would you do, yeah
With a four minute warning, a four minute warning...
I'm fading away; I'm fading away, if anybody wants to know...
I'm fading away, I'm fading away, there's only seconds to go.
