Eis que estou naquele momento velho, reflexivo e ranzinza chamado aniversário. Não que eu não goste de fazer anos, mas confesso que era muito mais legal quando tudo o que eu precisava fazer era esperar o dia e comparecer a festinha que mamãe preparou pra mim.
Infelizmente os anos passam e, além de ter que organizar a própria festinha (NAH), você começa a ter o vício de pensar em quem é, o que está fazendo da vida e baboseiras semelhantes.
Eis então que achei um post tipo desses memes aí de blog que basicamente tem a meta de responder algumas perguntas com imagens. Perfeito: ando com preguiça de escrever mesmo.
Segue.
1. The age at my next birthday.
2. A place I'd like to travel to.
3. My favorite place.
4. My favorite food.
5. My favorite pet.
6. My favourite colour combination.
7. My favourite piece of clothing.
8. My all-time favourite song.
9. My all-time favorite tv show.
10. The town in which I live in.
11. My screen name/nickname/teen name.
12. My first job.
13. My dream job.
14. A bad habit I have.
15. My worst fear.
16. The one thing I'd like to do before I die.
Mais de Lee Ann:
Everybody needs a reason to believe
Something to keep 'em going
To set their soul on fire
And make 'em feel alive
It's their inspiration
Some find it in living off the land
Some find it in working for the man
Some find it with a bottle in their hand
That's what gets 'em through
Some find it in a shiny limousine
Some find it in the magazines they read
Some find happiness is out of reach
No matter what they do
Baby, that's not me
I found it in you...
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If houses tell stories
I wonder about these walls of yours and mine
They could repeat any number of things
They've heard and seen in their time
All of the angry words spoken
Then the silence that follows for days
Oh, that leaves a home feeling broken
Lord, if these walls could talk, they'd pray
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Sometimes the teardrops can't be measured
Sometimes the blues have no name
Sometimes the feeling something's missing
Grabs your heart and won't go away
Lee Ann Womack é foda demais.
Well I only came into this bar
To hear a sad song
But I'll probably be here all night long
The way I'm feeling now
I couldn't get you on the phone
So, I let it ring
On and on in a lonesome serenade
Oooh, what am I gonna do about my problems now
Maybe I should try to find a way to kinda, sorta, maybe, work it out
Oooh, with some solitary thinkin'
And lonesome drinkin'
Oooh, it sure does make a body feel at home
And a double barrel whiskey
And oh baby, tell me do you miss me
Some solitary thinkin' and lonesome drinkin' for me tonight
There's two things that'll kill a girl
They'll strike her down right where she stands
One is his voice and one is the rock glass sitting in my hand
Oooh, lights are gettin' dimmer now
That means they're gonna shut me down
And it's just like crystal
It ain't always really clear
Tell me baby now
How am I gonna get myself to sleep now that you're gone
Maybe I should try to find a way to kinda think about carrying on
On my own
Oooh, with some solitary thinkin'
And lonesome drinkin'
Oooh, it sure does make a body feel at home
And a double barrel whiskey
And oh baby, tell me do you miss me
Some solitary thinkin' and lonesome drinkin' for me tonight
meooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
sem palavras.