There's a Starman, waiting in the sky.
Dear Myself,
we arrived at a turning point, it is useless to deny it.
I do not like you, you do not like me.
But we have to find a meeting point, this is absolutely necessary.
Ergo.
Here is a short list with my requests.
- Do not leave all your junk around.
- Always remember to bring your house keys, when you go out, I'm not going to stay still shut out once.
- Get the good habit of waking up early, those books are not taught on their own (and certainly will not do it myself).
- We have some chiletto to swallow. Then a categorical no to ice cream, candy, chocolate. No muffin after lunch. The night snack is a bad idea. Of 'good-bye to whatever crap comes out of a vending machine.
- For heaven's sake, stop talking to Roberto. It appears that you have no other argument, or worse, thinking (and we both know that it is practically so). You are dull, boring, boring. I do not want to hear you talk, I have to better to do.
- Stop complaining. Attach the vacuum. Sigh. Give yourself a voice, you have no more than 5 years.
- guitar. Does it seem like time to learn to play so that at least decent?
- act without thinking, at least once. Do not get too paranoid to choose the taste of pizza, fuck.
In return, detestatissima, I offer my unconditional and eternal love. Approval.
I feel that we will agree.
Tua,
Manuela.
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