Sunday entry
@ I love cinema. I adore Guy Ritchie and Quentin Tarantino.
And his lost twin Robert Rodriguez. Yesterday my adapted bro, who just came to Poland from Bilbao for a few days, took me to the cinema for "Machete". Damn that was a ride! Film was... BLOODY GOOD. Ridiculous, sort of cliche and what's more, nothing was serious about it. Even the hectolitres of blood, metres of guts and chopped heads. No, it wasn't any horror movie. It was... Robert Rodriguez. And Don Johnson. Steven Seagal. And Robert de Niro. After "Stardust" it's his another awesome and totally out-of-his-style role. I f* love it.
@ I got another mug
- this time it's a Basque mug from Bilbao, specifically - Athletic Bilbao. I need to place it somewhere away from my Andalusian torero mug :) I asked my bro for another one - from San Sebastian for instance. He replied something in Euskara [coz he's creaming his pants over Basque language] but I hope he's gonna buy me something from Donostia. Real Sociedad maybe? *winks*
@ Snowing. Snowing. Santas are riding their bikes.
We got this custom around 6th of December in Gdansk, It's St. Nicolas' day; lads and girls who got bikes, wear Santa's hats and go for a parade :) ], it's not freezing now at all, and the fry of white bees is whirling in the air. I love such winter.
@ I cannot write.
I want to slash Frank nad John , or Sherlock and John and... I cannot. Frustrating to the max. So many words and scenes in my head and when it comes to writing... NOTHING. F* wasteland in my head. I need to miserable again, totally miserable, maybe then I'm gonna write something?
@ Jizzed in my pants by Lonely Island. I'm listening that song on repeat. Ridiculous, honest, slashy. Not mentioning the vid from BBC Sherlock that someone created. Actually, that's what I need today. [lyrics below]
Lock eyes from across the room
Down my drink while the rhythms boom
Take your hand and skip the names
No need here for the silly games
Make our way through the smoke and crowd
The club is the sky and I'm on your cloud
Move in close as the lasers fly
Our bodies touch and the angels cry
Leave this place, go back to yours
Our lips first touch outside your door
Is the whole night what we've got in store?
Whisper in my ear that you want some more
And I jizz in my pants
This really never happens, you can take my word
I won't apologize, that's just absurd
Mainly your fault for the way that you dance
And now I jizz in my pants
Don't tell your friends or I'll say you're a slut
Plus it's your fault, you were rubbin' my butt
I'm very sensitive, some would say that's a plus
Now I'll go home and change
I need a few things from the grocery
Do things alone now mostly
Left me heartbroken, not lookin' for love
Surprise in my eyes when I looked above
The checkout counter and I saw her face
My heart stood still, so did time and space
Never thought that I could feel real again
But the look in her eyes said "I need a friend"
She turned to me, that's when she said it
Looked me dead in the face, asked "Cash or credit?"
And I jizzed in my pants
It's perfectly normal, nothing wrong with me
But we're going to need a cleanup on aisle 3
And now I'm posed in an awkward stance
Because I jizzed in my pants
To be fair, you were flirting a lot
Plus the way you bag cans makes me bothered and hot
Please stop acting like you're not impressed
One more thing, I'm gonna pay by check
Last week I saw a film
As I recall it was a horror film
Walked outside into the rain
Checked my phone and saw you rang
And I jizzed in my pants
Speeding down the street, when the red lights flash
Need to get away, need to make a dash
A song comes on that reminds me of you
And I jizz in my pants
The next day, my alarm goes off
And I jizz in my pants
Open my window and a breeze rolls in
And I jizz in my pants
When Bruce Willis was dead at the end of Sixth Sense
I jizzed in my pants
I just ate a grape
And I jizzed in my pants
I went to. . .
Ok seriously you guys, can we. . . . ok?
I jizz right in my pants
Every time you're next to me
And when we're holdin hands
Its like havin sex with me
You say I'm premature
I just call it ecstasy
I wear a rubber at all times
Its a necessity
Cuz I jizz in my pants
(I jizz in my pants, I jizz in my pants, yes, I jizz in my pants, yes, I jizz in my pants)
Yes I jizz in my pants
(I jizz in my pants, I jizz in my pants)
@ Have a nice day, my friends. We all deserve it.
And his lost twin Robert Rodriguez. Yesterday my adapted bro, who just came to Poland from Bilbao for a few days, took me to the cinema for "Machete". Damn that was a ride! Film was... BLOODY GOOD. Ridiculous, sort of cliche and what's more, nothing was serious about it. Even the hectolitres of blood, metres of guts and chopped heads. No, it wasn't any horror movie. It was... Robert Rodriguez. And Don Johnson. Steven Seagal. And Robert de Niro. After "Stardust" it's his another awesome and totally out-of-his-style role. I f* love it.
@ I got another mug
- this time it's a Basque mug from Bilbao, specifically - Athletic Bilbao. I need to place it somewhere away from my Andalusian torero mug :) I asked my bro for another one - from San Sebastian for instance. He replied something in Euskara [coz he's creaming his pants over Basque language] but I hope he's gonna buy me something from Donostia. Real Sociedad maybe? *winks*
@ Snowing. Snowing. Santas are riding their bikes.
We got this custom around 6th of December in Gdansk, It's St. Nicolas' day; lads and girls who got bikes, wear Santa's hats and go for a parade :) ], it's not freezing now at all, and the fry of white bees is whirling in the air. I love such winter.
@ I cannot write.
I want to slash Frank nad John , or Sherlock and John and... I cannot. Frustrating to the max. So many words and scenes in my head and when it comes to writing... NOTHING. F* wasteland in my head. I need to miserable again, totally miserable, maybe then I'm gonna write something?
@ Jizzed in my pants by Lonely Island. I'm listening that song on repeat. Ridiculous, honest, slashy. Not mentioning the vid from BBC Sherlock that someone created. Actually, that's what I need today. [lyrics below]
Click to viewLock eyes from across the room
Down my drink while the rhythms boom
Take your hand and skip the names
No need here for the silly games
Make our way through the smoke and crowd
The club is the sky and I'm on your cloud
Move in close as the lasers fly
Our bodies touch and the angels cry
Leave this place, go back to yours
Our lips first touch outside your door
Is the whole night what we've got in store?
Whisper in my ear that you want some more
And I jizz in my pants
This really never happens, you can take my word
I won't apologize, that's just absurd
Mainly your fault for the way that you dance
And now I jizz in my pants
Don't tell your friends or I'll say you're a slut
Plus it's your fault, you were rubbin' my butt
I'm very sensitive, some would say that's a plus
Now I'll go home and change
I need a few things from the grocery
Do things alone now mostly
Left me heartbroken, not lookin' for love
Surprise in my eyes when I looked above
The checkout counter and I saw her face
My heart stood still, so did time and space
Never thought that I could feel real again
But the look in her eyes said "I need a friend"
She turned to me, that's when she said it
Looked me dead in the face, asked "Cash or credit?"
And I jizzed in my pants
It's perfectly normal, nothing wrong with me
But we're going to need a cleanup on aisle 3
And now I'm posed in an awkward stance
Because I jizzed in my pants
To be fair, you were flirting a lot
Plus the way you bag cans makes me bothered and hot
Please stop acting like you're not impressed
One more thing, I'm gonna pay by check
Last week I saw a film
As I recall it was a horror film
Walked outside into the rain
Checked my phone and saw you rang
And I jizzed in my pants
Speeding down the street, when the red lights flash
Need to get away, need to make a dash
A song comes on that reminds me of you
And I jizz in my pants
The next day, my alarm goes off
And I jizz in my pants
Open my window and a breeze rolls in
And I jizz in my pants
When Bruce Willis was dead at the end of Sixth Sense
I jizzed in my pants
I just ate a grape
And I jizzed in my pants
I went to. . .
Ok seriously you guys, can we. . . . ok?
I jizz right in my pants
Every time you're next to me
And when we're holdin hands
Its like havin sex with me
You say I'm premature
I just call it ecstasy
I wear a rubber at all times
Its a necessity
Cuz I jizz in my pants
(I jizz in my pants, I jizz in my pants, yes, I jizz in my pants, yes, I jizz in my pants)
Yes I jizz in my pants
(I jizz in my pants, I jizz in my pants)
@ Have a nice day, my friends. We all deserve it.