Revelação

Hoje apetece-me partilhar!
Eu, o meu baby e a gata Maya.
Os ausentes do quinteto - o meu homem - o papá - e o gato Tozé!
A família do N º 77.

Tristeza ...

Infelizmente, há vidas assim ...

Cientificamente provado

" As grávidas podem beber álcool sem risco. Nas operações STOP a polícia não costuma fazer-lhes o teste do balão."

A C N E

Hoje acordei ASSIM.
Mini-deprê.
Quero CHOCOLATESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!


(Ok, sem a mosca e sem o dente podre...)

Dancing in the dark

(Um plágio descarado ...)

I get up in the evening


and I ain't got nothing to say

I come home in the morning

I go to bed feeling the same way

I ain't nothing but tired

Man I'm just tired and bored with myself

Hey there baby, I could use just a little help



You can't start a fire

You can't start a fire without a spark

This gun's for hire

even if we're just dancing in the dark



Message keeps getting clearer

radio's on and I'm moving 'round the place

I check my look in the mirror

I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face

Man I ain't getting nowhere

I'm just living in a dump like this

There's something happening somewhere

baby I just know that there is



You can't start a fire

you can't start a fire without a spark

This gun's for hire

even if we're just dancing in the dark



You sit around getting older

there's a joke here somewhere and it's on me

I'll shake this world off my shoulders

come on baby this laugh's on me



Stay on the streets of this town

and they'll be carving you up alright

They say you gotta stay hungry

hey baby I'm just about starving tonight

I'm dying for some action

I'm sick of sitting 'round here trying to write this book

I need a love reaction

come on now baby gimme just one look



You can't start a fire sitting 'round crying over a broken heart

This gun's for hire

Even if we're just dancing in the dark

You can't start a fire worrying about your little world falling apart

This gun's for hire

Even if we're just dancing in the dark

Even if we're just dancing in the dark

Even if we're just dancing in the dark

Even if we're just dancing in the dark

Hey baby

Ambrósio ...

... apetecia-me algo ...

(Quem é que me manda ser linguaruda, heim? Bebe aguinha, querida, aguinha que é boa para os rins...)

Funeral

Um funeral que me auto-impûs, hoje, após o fondue pecaminoso, antes que seja tarde de mais (com testemunhas): fim ao chocolate até ao dia 4 de Abril.
E quem me vir comer chocolate tem liberdade de me chamar "Biggest looser" até ao resto dos meus dias e todos os nomes do dicionário sinónimos e afins de moleixa, gordurosa, monte de banha, etc e tal.
E tenho dito.