all week i long for the beer(s) i'll drink on Friday, and then, one of my prime moments of the week is the first sip of beer.

i don't know if i've found a balance in my life or if i've turned into an alcoholic.

happiness is to go to the secret stash where you put your little savings to discover that there's more money there that you had thought.

the older i get bigger the importance i give to music.

It's weird but I'm getting older and every week I have a better relationship with Sunday. I don't hate the day anymore. In fact, I quite enjoy it.

if love does exist, it must have the rhythm of a Pulp album.

what i don't like about regular museums is the fact that you can't touch things. it's understandable, of course, but annoying. that's why i love unconventional museums and cultural centers where you can touch everything.

i had something nice to post, but i forgot it. nice things apparently don't stick in my memory.

it doesn't matter how crappy my mood might be. if the sunday is sunny, i feel a lot better.



i love the summer.

i really, really don't like when people confuses my name. i'm not talking about when someone confuses the name completely like "Hello Greta!" and you're name is Jean. i'm talking about when people makes assumptions about my name, they think it's a nickname (seriously?! you think i'd introduce myself, let's say at work, with a nickname?) and they call me by the name they assume i must have.

and i specially don't like it when the person that does it is a nice person and i can't get pissed off at him/her.

it's a wonderful thing to see in places like Berlin, Brussels or Den Haag, fathers walking around with their kids. As per argentineans fathers, still a huge percentage think it's a "mom's duty" to change diapers - going for a walk alone with their children for most of them is still a miracle to come.

tell me, what kind of idiotic reason made you decide to become a parent?

btw, happy b-day, eowyn! i wish you a world free of idiots. 

the spanish saying that goes something like "god raises them and the wind piles them up" fits perfectly my group of friends and me.

neurotic, dysfunctional, anxious, artsy are few of the characteristics that identify most of us. and the characteristic that identify all my friends, is 'good people'.

something that i cannot say for a lot of the people i know.
being a good person is somewhat easy, you know, you twat?