I love this video even tho the song reminds me of Madonna ” La Isla Bonita” I think Gaga put a unique twist to it, and plus the guys are f’n HOT!

I’m writing again and I’m loving it. I’m thinking of creative ways to say the same old trite things. It’s fun, it’s challenging…

I heard this song and the lyrics are super creative, a different way of saying the same trite thing, get me drift!

Enjoy

We all do it whether we like to admit it or not, we all recycle. I’m not talking about saving your plastic water bottles or aluminum cans for 5 cents a piece. I’m talking about recycling men.  No matter how independent we become as individuals we always remain dependent on some form of companionship. No one likes to be totally and utterly alone, including me, so we all can fall prey to reaching back in our memory AND cell phones to the fallen relationships, the unclosed chapters, and the whoever will respond first for a quick ego fix.

It’s a bit different in my case. In my case, I feel, that I’m the one that’s being recycled. I’m the one that’s been chosen to fall into a heavy rotation like the same songs on the radio getting played once an hour, someone makes an attempt at playing me once a month. They always come back. For whatever the reason is they always come back. And since there’s no one new, just at this moment, I’ll respond to a text, email, or phone call. Obviously if I had met my Prince Charming in their interm I would have ignored anyone’s attempt at a reunion but since I haven’t I keep an open mind and wait to listen to the lame excuse as to why they skipped out or why we slipped away in the first place, or frankly why they are a such a non-comittal “douchetard.

I’m not going to deny that both parties get something out of it, there’s a reason for the madness, one is we both get to fill a momentary void with someone we’re comfortable with and another reason is we both receive an ego boost and a confirmation as to why we’re so wonderful but perhaps so wrong for each other and for you ladies…a free meal and drinks isn’t that bad either.

As long as you keep in mind what and who you really want in your life and you don’t fall back into a stagnant relationship that has no hope of going ANYWHERE, I don’t see a problem with it. Company is practice for the real thing. Keep recycling until you get recycled out because eventually you might find yourself in a great relationship.

Since I was a little girl I’ve always had a fondness for the World Cup. It brings back fond memories of family get togethers where we ate choripan’s and entrana and shouted “GOAL” from the top of our lungs. The World Cup is so much more to me then a just a soccer game. It’s a feeling of nostalgia. It’s a knowing

I remember four years ago going by my cousin’s restaurant to watch the game with a few what seemed like hundreds of Argentinians. We stuffed ourselves into a room the size of bathtub, squeezed chairs into tables that were meant for only 4 people and we all turned our faces and chairs in the same direction…towards the flat screens located above the bar. We drank Quilmes and red wine and ate canaloni’s, gnocchi, and every piece of meat that warmed on the mini bbq’s that were scattered across our tables. We screamed out load at the ref’s unfair calls and cheered at all attempted goals. These times were always good times. And at 7am this past Saturday I was there in the very same place with the very same people cheering on our country and celebrating our nation’s pride…Lionel Mesi…lol And coming this Thursday I will be there again and every day after that my country is playing until the finals.

The last time Argentina won the World Cup was in 1986. I was 8 yrs old. I don’t remember much from that day so long ago so hopefully at 31 they will win one more time so that I can partake in Argentian History.

To me the World Cup means family, life, and many more GOALS to achieve!

“Viva ARGENTINA!”

Through out the years I’ve realized that men have their own very unique language and while more often than not it’s in plain English “we” as woman often fail to understand it.

Perhaps it’s because we want to actually be hearing something else. Maybe it’s because we just don’t want to hear what they’re really “trying” to tell us.

I thought about this all last night while sitting across from an “ex”. Somehow we got on the topic of why we weren’t together, why it didn’t work? And all he could come up with was….

“I just don’t want a girlfriend right now.” which translates to…”I just didn’t want YOU to be my girlfriend.”

“I’m not ready for anything serious yet.”….translation….”I still want to fuck everything in sight including you if you’ll let me get away with it. Just hang tight.”

“It wasn’t you. I think you’re beautiful. It was me.”…translation…”It was you but I would never actually tell you that cuz I still want to keep you around as an option. Just in case I get horny and no one else is around.”

And my personal favorite…”Come over and watch a movie.”…translation…”I don’t really want to spend money on taking you to dinner so why don’t you just come over and let me fuck you.”

There’s more of these, there’s many more and as I come across them I’ll bestow them unto you.

That concludes today’s ….”MEN PHONICS”.

WHY IS IT THAT WHEN ONE PERSON FEELS SOMETHING SO INTENSELY THE OTHER DOESN’T? I JUST DON’T GET IT. AND TRUST ME I’VE TRIED.

I TRIED TO LOVE THEM, I TRIED TO FIX THEM, I TRIED TO GET THEM TO LOVE ME.

I’VE READ WOMEN’S MAG’S, DATING BOOKS, AND LISTENED TO DR. LAURA.

I’VE MANIPULATED. I’VE LIED. I’VE BEEN TOTALLY HONEST. I’VE BEEN TOTALLY VONREBLE.

I’VE HELD OUT, I’VE GIVEN IN. I’VE SAID FUCK THE RULES AND JUST WENT WITH THE FLOW.

I’VE REALIZED THAT THERE’S JUST NO…

THERE IS NO F’N FORMULA.

I KEEP WAITING FOR IT TO HAPPEN. I OCCUPY MY TIME WITH SCHOOL AND WORK. I TALK MYSELF OUT OF WANTING IT AT ALL. I TELL MYSELF THAT I DON’T NEED IT THAT I’D RATHER BE ALONE. BUT THEN I MEET SOMEONE AND I CONVINCE MYSELF THIS IS DIFFERENT OR I TELL MYSELF THAT I CAN CONTROL MY FEELINGS AND EMOTIONS AND NOT SHOW TOO MUCH AND ACT LIKE A BITCH CUZ FOR SOME REASON MEN RESPOND TO BITCHES. I CONVINCE MYSELF THAT THIS TIME MAYBE HE’S “THE ONE” AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN…HE’S NOT! AND HERE I AM AGAIN, BLOGGING, CRYING AND POSTING SAPPY VIDEO’S…WELL AT LEAST I HAVE AN OUTLET RIGHT.

I CAN’T LIVE IN THE GREY. I HATE THE GREY. BLACK OR WHITE OR NOTHING AT ALL. JUST NO MORE GREY.

IT’S A MIDDLE COLOR. IT’S THE COLOR OF A CLOUDY DAY, GREY KEEPS OUT THE SUN. GREY HAS NO FEELINGS, GREY;S AMBIVALENT. GREY’S SWITZERLAND.