Monday, October 30, 2006

Something wicked this way comes...

Y digo esto porque me voy a divertir mucho mañana en Halloween, aunque no pienso hacer nada. A no ser que Jon se vista de rabino, lo cual puede cambiarlo todo. Pero me divertiré igualmente.

Hoy sí, otro lunes más, y ya es una tradición que no me gusta nada, no me gustan las compañías, no me gusta el hacer por hacer, no me gusta no tener planes, que surjan buenos planes, que se escacharren buenos planes, y no rechazar malos planes posteriores al buen plan que se ha terminado pronto.

Comida en Arrocería culinariamente chunga, Matteo está hasta el cordón umbilical de oir hablar del Wild Thing, y servidora harta de hacer planes!!! Me voy a mudar a Singapur...

A destacar lo divertido que ha sido el hórrido día en la oficina, lo que puede dar de sí tener que hacer un trabajo aburridísimo. Una risa... Y no estoy siendo sarcástica, me he reído como los Simpson en el dentista.

Lo cierto es que o limpio el monitor o esto de leer lo que escribo empieza a ser una tarea dificultosa.

Toma ahí va:

The silicon chip inside her head
Gets switched to overload
And nobody’s going to go to school today
She’s going to make them stay at home
And daddy doesn’t understand it
He always said she was good as gold
And he can see no reasons
Cos there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be shown?

Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
I want to shoot…the whole day down

The Telex machine is kept so clean
And it types to a waiting world
And mother feels so shocked
Father’s world is rocked
And their thoughts turn to their own little girl
Sweet 16 ain’t that peachy keen
Now that ain’t so neat to admit to defeat
They can see no reasons
Cos there are no reasons
What reasons do you need?

Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
I want to shoot…
The whole day down down down shoot it all down

‘Nd all the playing's stopped in the playground now
She wants to play with her toys a while
And school's out early and soon we'll be learning
And the lesson today is how to die
And then the bullhorn crackles
And the captain tackles
With the problems and the how’s and whys
And he can see no reasons
Cos there are no reasons
What reason do you need to die die ohh..

and the silicone chip insider her head,
gets switched to overload.
OH and nobodys going to go to school today,
shes going to make them stay at home.
And daddy doesnt understand it,
he always said she was good as gold.
and he can see no reasons,
coz there are no reasons,
what reasons do you need to be shown?

Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me don’t like
I don’t like (Tell me why)
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t why
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like
I don’t like (Tell me why)
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don't like Mondays, I want to shoot…the whole day down

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