How many AirBnB (or however its written) are women needing time for themselves? How many women tired of bullshit out there? Nah, too agressive. It alwasy sounds just like another word but then people open their eyes and look at me like its inapropiate to say that. Well, at least I am speaking in english. I would love not to. But don’t get me wrong, I am greateful for living in this country. Always the subject of the internationality, nationality? citizenship? That annoying word, more than annoying is odiosa, sorry, I don’t know that one in english. A combination of bitter and entitled, like the girls of the realtor shows in LA.
I am filling up a bathtub. Which I had forgotten… takes forEVER. I want to share with you the music that is playing so it really captures the vibe. Let me try.
Lo logré. I mean I made it. At that point it was The Beatles but it got dark now.
I guess it got appropiate. I guess I am getting more appropiate. More in tune with myself. That $$%^## bañera no se llena.
We never change, do we? Nooo Nooo Nooo
We never learn, do we? So I want a live… in a woden house. Where making my friends… will be easy.
Ufff. That would be the deal. To move somewhere were people wear less Prada and more autenticity. Sorry Miamians, no personal offence to anyone but … …. … There’s a lot of lame people out there so not sorry. If you are feeling lame, go ahead and change! Rent an AirBnB and stay there until you find yourself again. Make sure you start filling the bathtub the moment you check in so maaaaaaaybe the day after you can take a bath.
Why do we have that song in my playlist? It annoys me everytime. I think I have it because Aaron likes it. But we like it a little darker.
Veeeeery different vibe. Less sunshine and happiness and more QUESTION YOURSELF 😠👉
I still have random pains from the surgery. They opened me like a pig. They emptied me. What if my cheerfulness was in the fibroids? What if I never get it back? Nah… its there, its just the post surgery depresion. Is it? Its the I am getting lost depresion. But at least Fedra is with me now. My little ray of sunshine. I am so grateful for your existance. You are a lovely, gentle and silent cable to earth.
The bathtub? Not even half way.
For those of you reading for the first time, I have writen since I learned how to write (pfffff of course! jajajajaja. That was unplanned). I meant write as a form of art. I wrote my first book when I was 12 and its called “My husband has another woman”. Which is a true story with some tragic endings for those who didn’t follow what I thought at the time were the right values. Twelve years old and she was already thinking that she was going to change peoples minds and make them think before hurting someone.
This song is so pretty:
Turns out the bathtub doesn’t work. All the water was leaving. All the water left. Damn I really wanted to take a bath. I really wish it wasn’t cold with the AC. The eternal issue of the AC in the hottest place ever.
This is one of the prettiest songs:
It reminds me of Carrascal (a friend from Colombia who also lived in Argentina), who had a son recently. Like every other person in my social media. Not me. I had a c-section to give birth a ball of nothing the size of a tennis ball (first doctor), baby’s head (second doctor) or a grapefruit (third doctor). They didn’t event let me see it.
This is the second part of me that gets extracted. I left my apendix in Argentina (which was an innecesary surgery… maybe? probably? It didn’t hurt at all but they said they could see it and it was dangerous and the surgery needed to happen).
Either way, here we are, leaving my grapefruit baby in Miami and still not sure if that was necessary either. It most be so entertaining to operate. I know it is because I have been in open surgeries recording for social media purposes. I like to think that my surgeon this time didn’t have that much fun. Made a ton of money but it must have been a lot of blood and a little scary to cut more than you need to trying to get all the tissue without hurting the uterus. He said all my reproductive organs are intact. How about my head? They didn’t go there.
“I am very proud of you” he said. Proud of me for laying down and letting you do whatever you wanted with my body while I was incoucious… subconscious? And also paid you a ton of money for it.
I want to do yoga so bad. To stretch every inch of my self. Look at me talking in inches!
This song is great.
Maybe I can start writing for publications here in Yunited Esteits of America. In America, like they say.
Its nice to be in this place. To don’t have to worry about vacuming, doing laundry, cooking. I don’t want to live in that apartment anymore. I wish Aaron could understand it. I like moving. I like changes.
Ah! This song is great!
I wanted this to be our wedding song. When we were going to have a wedding. Why did we cancel that? I wanted a wedding. I still do. I wanted all you can have here in the US. If I have to put up with speaking other language every day for the rest of my life I should be able to have everything other girls have here. And a lot of girls have in South America too but here is out of control. The bachelorette trip? With plastic garbage in the shape of peanus (is that how you write it?).
Why can’t we giiiiive love… that one more chaaaaance… why cant we giiiive love, giiiive love, giiiive love… Thiiiiiis iiiiiis out laaaaaast daaaance.
It’s so good.
Savings are a delicate thing. Like a beautiful white chalky sculpture that you work so hard on and when you are starting to see a semi formed shape of something, life comes and pours hot water in it and melts it to the point of irrecognizable again. I know that sentence came out weird but the image of the sculpture melting was so painful that I couldn’t articulate it any other way.
Wow!