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I'm back and I want what's mine

lovely to be back.
after endless attempts at the password for the log in i finally remembered. NOTE TO SELF: stop making these horrificly unrememberable idiotic passwords.
aaanywayz.
Im back. and im here to stay.
I must confess im finding this rather difficult. i've somehow lost that magic touch that usually made this so easy.

confession: i really dig Xabi Alonso. JCF he's hot. unfortunately also very married. and could totally be my dad.(if he was precocious iykwita)
and FYI iykwita stands for if you know what im talking about.

i feel like confessing a bit more. maybe i should give Jezus another try.
# sometimes in my spare time, well actually that's a lie since i dont really have spare time. and its not really sometimes. its like every now and then. oke you got me. regularly.
all the time actually. i google 'gorgeous men' . its funny how i every time come to conclude that gorgeous is EXTREMELY and COMPLETELY subjective. Taylor Lautner. that's all im gonna say. FAIL. or R-Patz. or Johnny Depp. or Brad Pitt. FAIL FAIL FAIL.

i could go on forever about this. so lets not.
Before i forget: my sincere apologies for my horrible English. especially spelling. no practice for such a long time.
and now that im already apologizing i might as well continue with that: im sorry that i dont like Harry Potter and im sorry for the fact that my sister diggssss zac efron. (< note how i did totally not just capitalize his initials fully on purpose. Suck on that zac.)

right now im totally on this confession/apologizing tour. i might just hop on to the religious train before you know it.
folks, now that i have all your attention i would like to tell you something: i do not like, i repeat i do NOT like the fact that y'all keep telling me that i have not taste in music. if so then please explain to me that 'these horrible songs' always go, i dont know lets say platinum and stuff like that ? huh? i cant hear you.
and that has nothing to do with the fact that you're not in hearing distance.

another thing.
facebook ruins my life. jeez. im feeling more inspirational after every word i type. my next post is going to be about that list i once posted here. sort of bucket list (which basically meant i will have to live for ever cuz well. most stuff (from the top of my head: drinking apple tea with Alex Pettyfer) won't come true. and that is only because i do not like apple tea... note to self: stop crying.)

yesterday i watched Dirty Dancing: Havana nights. again.
i just love that movie. i confess. and Dios mío Diego Luna is H O T. (note the spaces.)
every time i watch that movie i just want to get on a plane to Cuba right away, find my own Diego Luna and just dance till i drop. (note to self: learn some freakin salsa first. note to you how Diego is totally Mexican and not Cuban. #FUNFACT)

I think it is time to stop and just post this mofo and go have a cup of Andalusian tea. (current obsession)
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Lana del Rey - Born to die
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if you made it this far you could as well leave me a comment.
and not just because of that but also because i had to go through so much to put the link here:
^i will be grateful for ever. i eat healthy so i will probably be around for a pretty long time. or at least i try to :D

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after i posted this i remembered i had no title. so i typed: I'm back and ...
and there it was ERROR #546872.
crap. finally finished my post now i cant think of a proper title. so i consulted my dear friend Google. and its answer was: I'm back and I want what's mine.
and you know Google is Always right. so there you go.
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  1. only because you insist i left a comment and i dont want your efforts to go to waste.. (im so nice)

    fyi you still make me cry of laughter hahaha keep up the funny posts


    xoxo you know you love me and see you in two months (or less, hopefully)

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