girl has a thing for artists.

A former anarchist I just had to have, and got to trust me.

A soul musician who was the smartest and sweetest and.

An art lover who turned into the most amazing of men.

A simple guy with a lot more to him than what meet the eye.

An unbelievably talented artist who became my best friend.

A charming performer who dazzled me with his words.

I know how to choose my man.

"The guy who gave me my first kiss and haven't seen since and now has a band with my ex"

"My dad's girlfriend's daughter's ex boyfriend"

I knew how to choose my man.

The little rich bitch's school former leader of the student council.

It would certainly make a nice addition.

Uhm, that guy. I bet that would be fun.

And then there's her..

yooh hoo.

What is it that keeps me from bursting out? From totally loosing it?

Is it fear? 'Cause I think it's fear. And I don't like that idea.

I mean I want to be this grown up person, I want to make sense.

But I'm so totally overwhelmingly bored out of my mind, I just don't know what to do.

Because I know I can't rely on people. Some of them can be fun sometimes,

some-times. But not often and certainly not when I need it.

I somewhat choose people who are going to bail on me, not because they don't care

but because they won't even notice they're doing something wrong.

I choose the disappearing kind. God knows why.

So I am left with.. me. And this me doesn't amuse me.

I need change. I need new. I need shiny, loud and hallucinogenic.

Beware, the beast is back and I'm in no mood to tame it.

messy modern life

thing is, fuck.
having feelings, having friends, having friends who have feelings.
messing up. alcohol's a sweet excuse, but some things are just too obvious and irresistible.
some things you've known all along are gonna happen, and yet have unexpected consequences.
and some things just take you totally by surprise. and that's fucking good.

attraction is a great word. and a great thing.
it's one powerful force. specially when it's wrong. mmmmh wrong.
so what happens after we give in to that force? when the wrong is not so wrong anymore?
luckily, complications and wrongness are everywhere, and i'll find many excuses to keep it interesting,
at least for a while.
and we all know i'm gonna keep messing up, i'm an endless fount of tasty mistakes.

i'm gonna have to make A LOT of mistakes to keep me occupied.
as for tonight, i have enough to keep me from thinking what the fuck is he doing online.

there is nothing that compites with habit
and i know it's neither deep not tragic
simply that you have to have it
so you can make a killing..

i wish i was both young and stupid
then i too could have the fun that you did
'till it was time to pony up what you bid
so you could make a killing..

i could follow you and search the rubble
or stay right here and save myself some trouble
or try to keep myself from seeing double.
or i could make a killing...

just the way you are

i get drunk, i get high, i cry and make a scene
i kiss the wrong people and fuck the wrong people, at the wrong time
i stalk my exes, i still think my son's gonna have his last name
i drink alone, sleep a lot, listen to sad songs when i'm sad to get sadder
i say more than i should and then forget about it
i panic over almost anything, i talk to myself in public and at loud
i imagine conversations in my head and then get mad at people over what i imagined they said
i'm the girl who takes a cab at 3 in the morning to go to the house of a boy i don't even like
i imagine getting even with what i'm scared he may do is gonna make me feel better
i'm rude to people i don't like, i'm easy because i don't like to play hard to get
i date guys who resamble my dad, and complain about it
i'm the girl who's crying at the bus stop at 6 in the morning
i'm friends with all my ex and date all my friends
i go for my boyfriend's best friends every time, it's just irresistable
i like broken girls, the ones that get drunk and cry and dance and fuck their best friend
(yep, i do know that's what i do)
i can't stand other women when i go out, i want all the atention for myself
i can't go anywhere whitout running into someone i really shouldn't run into
i'm dying for those fuzzy handcuffs, and would probably use them whit anyone but my boy
i'm always on a "it's really hard to explain" or a "it's a long story" relationship
i dream about getting chances, and refuse them when they fall from the sky
i always get an "oh no, what did you do?" for an answer
i can't keep a haircut for over a month, i always wound up feeling like a whore
i never have anything to wear no matter how many clothes i buy
i can't handle competition, i just give up
i want an adult relationship, but i would just fuck it up (again)

nothing's more fun than making a mess.

and i just love that about me.

did you missed me?

well, i'm back.
and i'm glad i'm back.
had some good fun thou.
and some bad one too.
many great things
a bit too much lonelyness
most of the time, anyway.

but i sure missed it.
being such a shameless bitch, i mean.
and having some company on the road to burning hell.

it sure feels good to be back.

cold.

i do not understand why they act oh so surprised.
i did warned them. guess never listening to anything i say has it's price.
or maybe they just didn't take me seriously.
i had to be exagerating. thought it was all part of an image.
oh but if she's just so sweet. and passive, ah?

well there you have it.
of course i'm like this. i'm always like this.
they just really didn't saw it comming did they?
it's funny how even in my loose-loose situation, i'm not hurted.
and i am hurting. almost unintencionally.

it's just too much fun.

chemistry

int. boliche. noche.
música fuerte, cancion copada remixada. poca luz, con efectitos.

1- (plano general corto)
A baila sola. B pasa por al lado y la ve. se detiene.

2- (plano más cercano de las dos hablando)
B - hola!
A - hola!
B - bailás sola?
A - siempre es más divertido.

salto temporal.

3- (plano cuerpo entero)
A tiene la espalda contra un caño (de bailar) y ambas piernas al rededor de B, que la sostiene.
se besan.

chicos que quieren bailar en el caño - che! vayan a comerse la boca a otra parte!

B baja a A, que la empuja sobre la pared más cercana. se besan. (la camara las sigue)
B agarra el pelo de A y la tira para atras.

4- (primer plano de B)
B - bailá.

5- (primer plano de A, se aleja un toque para ver su movimiento)
A le baila, se agacha y sube tocandole el contorno del cuerpo a B.

salto temporal.

6- (plano de la boca de B hablandole al oido a A)
B - sos hermosa.