Prometo amarle

Pssssssssst... I secretly think that I was meant to be Spanish.
Truthfully. Well, I -
1. Love the language. Por farvor Senorita!  I could say this all day long, no kidding.
2. Love pasta. (yes I realize it's Italian)
3. Love the tango, and the many other dances. (though I can't do de tango! yet)
4. Love the word Barcelona. As a matter of fact, every other Spanish sounding things/places/people
5. Love the whole setting of the country.
6. Love their Bohemian dressing.
7. Love their music.
8. And of course, I love Spanish men.

Haha, okay maybe not the last one. I prefer slightly cleaner cuts and am not cool about tight necklaces and hairy chests.
Yes, so with these, I am convinced that I was suppose to be a señora española! Noche buena mi amor :)

Stranger things have happened

My time is being robbed. Okay, maybe the only difference is I'm giving it away very willingly. To make things simpler, I am wasting time. Oh temptations!

A place in my heart

Now these are my babies; we share a very special connection.

Don't worry baby i'll be near

So, my fear of loosing loved ones has been causing me nightmares. People I love and care for are dying in my dreams; and I'd wake up because of the pain in my chest. My heart would just ache so much I'd wake up because I couldnt take it. Be it road accidents, sickness, being arrowed, being thrown off a ship; they die. I will stop freaking you out right now, by telling you a 'yo mama' joke -

Yo mama so fat people jog around her for exercise.

Shit why did I ever bothered bloggin.