Con la malpa...

Que les digo yo de una semana tan poco alentadora, nada, que si soy re-pendeja, que sigo dandole vueltas a los mismo mientras se, que no hay nada que hacer ahi, en fin siguien do el ejemplo de un "compañero de aventuras" en esto de los blogs, Bladewing the Risen, pues les pogo una cancion que me "fascina mucho"(jajaja+):

Bathwater (No Doubt)

You and your museum of lovers

The precious collection you've housed in your covers

My simpleness threatened by my own admission

And the bags are much too heavy

In my insecure condition

My pregnant mind is fat full with envy again

But I still love to wash in your old bathwater

Love to think that you couldn't love another

I can't help it…you're my kind of man

Wanted and adored by attractive women

Bountiful selection at your discretion

I know I'm diving into my own destruction

So why do we choose the boys that are naughty?

I don't fit in so why do you want me?

And I know I can't tame you…but I just keep trying'Cause

I love to wash in your old bathwater

Love to think that you couldn't love another

I’m on your list with all your other women

But I still love to wash in your old bathwater

You make me feel like I couldn't love another

I can't help it…you’re my kind of man

Why do the good girls always want the bad boys?

So I pacify problems with kisses and cuddles

Diligently doubtful through all kinds of trouble

Then I find myself choking on all my contradictions'

Cause I still love to wash in your old bathwater

Love to think that you couldn't love another

Share a toothbrush…you’re my kind of man

I still love to wash in your old bathwater

Make me feel like I couldn't love another

I can't help it…you're my kind of man

No I can't help myself

I can't help myself

I still love to wash in your old bathwater