I wish I was a punk rocker...

...with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late and to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

When the head of state didn't play guitar,
Not everybody drove a car,
When music really mattered and when radio was king,
When accountants didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn’t know everything

When popstars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when God Saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
When my mom and dad were in their teens
and anarchy was still a dream
and the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail

When record shops were on top
and vinyl was all that they stocked
and the super info highway was still drifting out in space
kids were wearing hand me downs,
and playing games meant kick arounds
and footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face

BROTHER!!!! TENHO 37 ANOS UMA VIDA CONQUISTADA...

Jura? Que bom....é o mínimo que eu esperava de um cara de 37 anos. ¬¬

Cada coisa que eu tenho que ler..e viver.

Nota mental: você percebe que não curte mais balada quando a coisa mais interessante pra vc é ficar vendo os comerciais que passam na tv de plasma da balada...

What is love?

Long time no see.....

Nota mental: Glória já era....

Hoje peguei um cara, bacana, gostoso, bonito e que no fim de tudo eu so beijei e nem fiquei neurótico.

OK. Confesso que procurei ele pra dar tchau. E confesso que eu queria que ele pedisse meu telefone.

Mas mesmo ele não pedindo, voltei bem, sempre depre pós´balada. Evolução? Ou estou ficando cada vez mais insensível?

Anyway. Tequila rocks. E sim, sou um bosta que não conseguiu chegar no cara até que ele se cansasse e me beijasse. That's me.

That's my so called fucking life.