Egg what??

I love how everything pertains to breakfast in my life... ah

and hardboiled is legit the worst

homeward bound

My refuge. It's time to go back, for the Thanksgiving holiday, and two weeks after, for a while longer.

The dream is dead. The Island is my home, my refuge.

Even though Washington Heights has been everything that I hoped for... It's time to go. This environment, this home, is anything but welcoming now.

Yo soy una persona tolerable y tolerante... en este caso, jamas. Ya no puedo soportar estas porqueridas...

"you were never dead to me... i just had to find something even more dead in Manhattan to know what you are"

I have a score to settle with Manhattan... Brooklyn-bound? peut-etre.

Drastic Fantastic

That's what it's going to have to be. This will be part of a story worthy of telling. This is one of those defining moments. It wasn't set up to be like this, but I'll take this opportunity to really make a point about myself.

I'll suffer a little bit, but let's face it, I can do anything with a little help from my friends. This will be the first bridge I'll have to burn, but there remain so many others.

This is what you want, this is what you'll get. Under my terms, with my departure.

Now it's a matter of finalizing. I have the will to leave a neighborhood that I've come to love, but I'm going to make it happen, here, in New York. Washington Heights has been great to me, and yet the reason I'm even contemplating departing is because of this home.

Something else that i could have just figured out without looking. Mi monito me ha olvidado, porque ya estoy seguro que se encontro alguien mas. Te recuerdas de mi? Probablamente no. Y esta bien. Ya no siento nada. Ya ni ha tratado... Pues, continuo mi buscueda

Jesu-cristo

C'est beau

- Put yourself at ease. Refrain from letting the gloomy statements from entering your once permeable skin. Solidify your beliefs just as you would the ideals that you hold true. The house that shelters an infinite amount of crystal waiting to be shattered by the thrust of a vocabulary unfit to be used in a conversation with the walls of reality. Imagine. Envision something beyond the stubborn fucks that glorify the domination they have. He is an imposition, she is a disruption to the patchwork quilt that was sewn as you aged.

Lethargic moments need a song, un chanson qui est beau:

CSS - Beautiful Song

Fly high on the rug
With the ones you know
With the ones you love
With the ones you trust

Ready the van the bus the plane
Again and hear the sound
Little air to breathe
Little work to kill
A nice table to seat
A clean pillow to dream
I feel the strength to ride
Another place to extra hide
It's better to break your back
Than to break your heart

I want to go wrong, if we do it
We can stop the time tonight
Bring only bad ones
You know you got it wrong
It means you got it right

Tellin' lies with stars
Makin up a weird glory
Young bosom dark lies
Twisting my homing guide
And I must try to resist
For your watch they disappear
All the records make interest
All the voices talk to much
All the photos you've seen
War medals for someone
like me like him like she
like me like him like she
Cause you'd better break your back
Than make no excuse

I want to go wrong, if we do it
We can stop the time tonight
Bring only bad ones
You know you got it wrong
It means you got it right

I want to go wrong, if we do it
We can stop the time tonight
Bring only bad ones
You know you got it wrong
It means you got it right

Oh many times times times times
We had the chance
So many times times times times
We had the chance
So many times times times times
We had the chance
So many times, times times

I want to go wrong, if we do it
We can stop the time tonight
Bring only bad ones
You know you got it wrong
It means you got it right

masturbation

Self love at its finest.

just like in family guy...

as stated by Peter Griffin... "...loves it more than Julia Roberts loves herself"

haha

as told by ginger...

Something fantastic has happened... I'm in a relationship with the greatest guy ever...

He got me this....
... a sole ginger flower. Spicy, tangy and full of color....

I'm grateful that I found this flower to give to myself... since it's been slim pickings with men. I think that a solid and healthy relationship with MYSELF will be all that I need in order to get through another cold winter.

Progress

Barack for the future!!!