Maybe It's crazy

Maybe it's crazy that at the age of 21 I still behave like a child in some situations. Some of my friends take care of me like a little child and I feel comfortable... Am I crazy? Maybe! But it's good...

Now back to this damned city, I am looking for a job and I feel a little headache at this moment... Sometimes, I find myself listening to some pop musics, like t.A.T.u. and just loving it. Well, I must confess I love t.A.T.u., I love lesbians... They're really cute and sweet and I guess it's one of the purest loves I see on people. Right now, it's playing on my mp3 the song "30 Minutes", the extended version and I can not listen to the rest of the cyber caffé. I need some peace to write, to think, only me, my soul and I. And the music helps me to shut off from the people around me... People annoy me more and more. There are some exceptions, but mostly they make crazy, wishing to put a bomb in the room I am at with them and make it explode...

Now, I really need this damned job... That's all I talk about everyday: job, job, job... I need to get my internet activated again, I need to make my life with internet for my own again, to do everything I need, to watch some images, to check some porno though it bores me(*devilish ponderating, with a horny smile*), to play Shaiya, the RPG I was playing and get my Shaiyan friends back, to talk to them, to raise my characters, to make some killings, to reach my Shaiyan friends level, to contact some people, to get my people back... Everything I like and deserving for have been such a good boy till my 13 years old! *lol* Anyway, all that will be solved soon, I hope, and I really need to "fix my life", to go ahead with what I started... Maybe good news will come soon... :)

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