When it all began.

"Live fast, die young, bag girls do it well.." -M.I.A.
I am getting used to this song, it's pretty awesome. It's Saturday night, 11pm. Yesterday was nice, drinks at a cocktail bar, some more drinks at a rock bar and I was ready for bed. Boy kept looking at me, talking to me about snowboard and kept smiling. No move, nothing like that, although his friends kept giving him that looks (whatthefuck!dosomething) It's no good, I think I lost my interest... and to those of you who might wonder, no I don't want to be friends FIRST. If we become friends, we're staying like that.
Spiralling to this laziness, I spoke to the other boy (O). He is the one that shows he still cares about me, I told him I had some difficult weeks and he insisted he brinks a tequila bottle by my place when he comes in town on the 15th. I'm okay with that, I like tequila. And quite lately, I NEED tequila.

I was feeling blue today. So I wore my floral leggings and my loose grey shirt, made some pop corn, downloaded "The Dreamers" and opened that bottle of white wine my allergy pills didn't let me enjoy these past days.I instantly felt much better. The movie was amazing too.

Half a bottle later, I can tell you that I can spend time with myself and feel good. Luckily, cause I thought I was so boring lately..