Do you remember my Rolling Stones hoody? which by the way, I bought in Wal-Mart, well… Shinny is back, as well as, her boyfriend, this morning I left home one hour earlier; because it just felt like the expectation of the sweet act of love was all over me, I didn’t want to be an obstacle for the souls to be together so I gathered my shit and came here to write my frustration.

Before I left he saw me wearing my hoody and chewed some words that I only could understand Mick and Stones, Shinny came to rescue me and told him, she never understands you, jokingly pushing him then pointing at him she said: speak slowly and open your mouth, ok?!, Shinny thank you for the humiliation. He then corrected his rugby player accent and told me that Mick Jagger used to live down the street. See this is a well off neighborhood. I had my eyes wide open to the point that hurt, and then he said, well not exactly down down the street, but in Dartfort…Ohhh I am fainting.

Seriously, we need to find a way to bottle the air. He told me that it is possible to go and check the place out and they actually have some stuff of him. I swear I would lick the leather from his sofa, his coffee mug and if is possible I would go through his bathroom’s cabinets… I would get pregnant with his 26th child, sorry Marx but you don’t have a 28” waist, and Mick does (Ivan we are going to get you…you embodiment of Lagerfeld!!!!). I remember reading in the Rolling Stone magazine an article about the making of the wardrobe for the last tour of the Rolling Stones, they were using super high technology to mix the right materials to make MJ’s jeans in order to making him look good, give him mobility and of course make them really really expensive, a thousand dollars a piece. While I am here buying at Salvation Army, man!!! one thing is totally true: there is no justice and there is no fairness in this life.

Anyway, I back on the trains, and today specially today was scary, the stations were full of police officers, and now that I know where the bombings were I can put the bombs and the places together, and it feels close. I was trying to concentrate in my sodo ku puzzle and I actually solved it, those things are fun…I am a nerdy bee, I can’t help it. The guys in front of me looked just like Oasis, I love the hair!!! Those Gallagers aahhhh two angry British brothers, it can not get better than that.

I simply can’t understand terrorism, it is the stupidiest thing ever. If you want to make a point go after those who are to blame or do something like get naked in front of the Queen, pull Tobey Keith’s mullet, get Britney pregnant again, wait she is pregnant already, never mind. But going after innocent people…I don’t get it, what purpose do that serve? A bunch of workers, fathers, children and mothers. Yeesss we are scared, you won…now what?



Many times, I have thought about what if something happens and tara puff life is over. I think that part is not the scary one, if I die today I can say I had a pretty nice life not bad for a Mexican bee, not bad at all. I feel that the scary part is exactly this one what if I don’t die today. Wow!!! Guys sorry too dense and too early in the morning. I can see from the window of the postgraduate office the memorial service for the victims. The streets are closed. Is it my imagination? or London is not as noisy as it usually is.