
“Capricorne (22/12-20/01)
Vous avez trop de firerté pour reconnaître vos erreurs. Avec un peu de fatique et de l’irritation, vous risquez de mettre en danger vos relations amoureuses et amicales.”
Det betyr noe slikt som:
“Du er for stolt til å innrømme dine feil. Hvis du ikke slutter å være så trøtt og irritert kan du risikere å miste både venner og ditt kjærlighetsforhold.”
Jeg liker at det er skikkelig sant :’D
Anyway, jeg føler meg litt smålei av… alt. Jeg begynner rett og slett å bli lei mine egne interesser. Jeg burde seriøst skaffe meg en hobby eller nye interesser. Jeg vet ikke hva jeg har lyst til å gjøre lenger, jeg har ikke lyst til å bli rik og eie masse brand, jeg har lyst til å reise, men det er noe jeg har tenkt på lenge… Jeg vil reise alene, til de fattigste og farligste strøkene, se verden rett og slett.
I det siste har jeg også hatt enda mer lyst til å oppsøke en psykolog. Jeg trenger virkelig noen jeg kan snakke med.
Jeg må også huske å gå ned til likningskontoret i dag, åh damn. Jeg gidder så vidt, jeg hater sånt dritt (HEHEH det rimte)…
SUKK.
Nå for tiden duger bare Blonde Redhead:
Secret so sorry that I forgot
Secret secret we’re all bound to forget.
I was worried I might be rude to you.
So worried that I was.
It’s a lie to serve the truth
and I’m still guilty.
I missed. So be it.
Everywhere everything you ever touched.
Cutting in won’t do it. There’s nothing to it.
You were sorry that I was alone
So sorry that you run away.
Putting it on me but you already knew it.
It never meant a thing.
So be it.
I can’t understand this at all.
I can’t pronounce this at all.
These are different matters
These are uncertain feelings
They should never be discussed here
So keep it to yourself
Abstract in your arms as long as you invade all my time as long as only
you will hunger for my luv not any other luv
surround me all around me as long as you make me colour me and you
musn’t pretend … a number for my luv not any other luv
* twice the time you act all wrong fetish sober hole I’m wise
colour of your neck eyes soaked why you all day long
or possess nothing else belong to no one hurt no one else as long as you hold
on and hunger for my luv not any other luv
missile me puncture me as long as you weave me
into your day as long as you remain and hunger for my luv not any other luv
* twice the time you act all wrong fetish sober hole I’m wise
colour of your neck eyes soaked why you all day long
