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Un tal Mic
Transitorie
dades
Cuatro señoras llegan a una cafetería, platican sobre sus esposos, sus hijos, el tráfico, el etcétera. Beben café, light, descafeinado, desalmado. Se van y se sienten mejor. Un carro se le cierra a otro y casi chocan. El de atrás toca el claxon, pero no pasa de ahí. Fernanda va a una fiesta. Toma tequila. Socializa, pero no mucho. Al regresar a su casa cree que olvidó su cartera. Al revisar su bolsa, se da cuenta de que no. Ana camina bajo la lluvia por puro gusto. La mañana siguiente le duele la garganta, pero no le da gripa. Un señor entra al consultorio de su doctor, le duele esto y aquello, dificultad para dormir. Tómese esto y esto cada 8 horas. Descanse. Una semana después se siente mejor. Una oficinista frustrada sube al último piso de su oficina frustradora. Contempla lanzarse, se acerca al borde, pero recuerda que le teme a las alturas. Regresa a su cubículo y sigue su vida como si nada. Un estudiante de filosofía... (more)

Monkee Armada 100
Co-Piolts Log: Day 4
Co-Pilots Log: Day 4-Aztec, New Mexico; I’m sitting in the Encore Motel. I am amazed and astounded that A). We made it this far, B). We made it this far without killing each other, and C). The van made it this far. We are almost at the halfway point, and it has been a beautiful/magical/awe-inspiring/insane/nerve-racking hell of a ride. Me and the captain have argued, bickered and fucked like rabbits in a tent. The first day started out in good spirits. The Murder Van was loaded to the gills; the change jar we’d been saving forever was cashed in (netting $69). We were leaving St. Louis with the wind at our backs, singing Lucero and laughing all the way to Kansas City. That’s when the first flecks of shit hit the fan. We fought in the parking lot of the world famous Arthur Bryant’s BBQ Joint, over whether or not to go to see Rancid. Not that I don’t like Rancid, it’s just I had imagined a more touristy-site-seeing-off-the-beaten-path exploration of America. Selfish of me I know. Long... (more)



Random
in or out
4 girls, 4 lifes n 1 dream life in Dance High is not wat it seems 2 b...... all walking around d hallway..... rushing 2 get 2 class..... all wif d same dream 2 b d best dancer in d world.... it's said dat whoever made it 2 dance high...... dats it... ure life is made 2 b a great dancer..... wic is why everyone would do anything 2 b d best dancer in dh....... it's either ure in or out......... spotted..... k arranging her stuff in her dorm...... who's her roomie??? i wonder...... c giving a peck on b's cheeck...... j wondering around...... looking 4 sumthing........ a n z walking down d hallway...... hand in hand.... t practicing in studio 1........ d wondering around d caf waiting 4 someone....... till next time.... xoxo random

cromoflor
keep it simple and smart
y eso que pensaba que yo era mala onda. la cagó que hay gente que me supera con creces. la "pame" es una de esas personas que se sienten tan mal consigo mismas que empiezan a tirar mierda para todos lados. su primera pesadez fue cuando puso en duda que yo queria a mis hermanos, con su "desde cuando?", o sea que ondi gaia, te pudriste tu cerebro, que onda la mina, que se cree, que me conoce, que se vaya a reconstruir su vida a la mierda, que se cree... hoy me habló de nuevo, y me hablaba de ella, y de ella, y de lo bien que le va en la U, (las personas que realmente le va bien en lso estudios no se jacta tanto), y me contaba que habia estado en una exposición de la cual ella participaba (...), e ingenuamente le pregunté que qué habia expuesto (aparte del egocentrismo), y me dijo que fotografias, y ahi atiné a preguntarle, también con ingenuidad pero sobretodo con respeto, que si eran las fotos (más pencas de la vida) de la tina (una especie de sesión, cachai, que era una mina que... (more)

shy thoughts
Today
Today's mood. I am tired and sad I feel like a huge burden on my husband and my kids. I don't want to do anything. My laundry is pileing up the kitchen is unclean the bathroom has not been scrubbed in months. I feel like a worthless piece of crap. I have not been to church in three weeks because I just don't have the will power to get out of my own house. It is unfair to my husband and kids I know I just don't feel capable of doing anything about it. I know I have bipolar disorder I was first diagnosed as having it in 1998 well atleast that is what I thought until I talked to my mom honestly for the first time yesterday about it and found out I was diagnosed at 8 years old with depression and again at 9 I refused to tell anyone in my teen years. I have often thought of suicide but my fear of spending eternity in hell i just could not do that. Then when I met my husband I had a complete breakdown. And now 10 years later I am back to where I was then. I know stupid huh I quit taking my... (more)