As músicas do Legião Urbana me dão tanto orgulho de ser brasileira.

"I read once that ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand and the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while I sleep and there are no words for that."

sigh.

I'm constantly torn between the urge to lose weight and the need to accept my body the way it is.

Drowning, drowning, drowning, drowning.

If it's not too much of a bother, sir, could you please pull me up?

It's boring girlfriends and amazing food, feeling tipsy and looking pretty, potencial family members and purring cats, chocolate in the fridge and sunshine on your skin, working on my conversation skills in bars, cranky bus rides and clasped hands, new shoes and i-thought-it'd-be-better movies, whispering at 3 in the morning, movie theaters with crying babies, wishing i was with you (but that isn't exclusive to this week), knowing the dances to tacky songs and avoiding weird guys, sharing brownie and apple pie with my best friends, naps at unusual times and guilty pleasure movies. I'm kind of dreading the end of this week.