2010

sem listas. não preciso ler nada para saber que fui feliz esse ano.
tudo bem por aqui.

É, pois é!

"Andy Sachs: She hates me, Nigel.
Nigel: And that's my problem because... Oh, wait. No, it's not my problem.
Andy Sachs: I don't know what else I can do because if I do something right, it's unacknowledged. She doesn't even say thank you. But if I do something wrong, she is vicious.
Nigel: So quit.
Andy Sachs: What?
Nigel: Quit.
Andy Sachs: Quit?
Nigel: I can get another girl to take your job in five minutes... one who really wants it.
Andy Sachs: No, I don't want to quit. That's not fair. But, I, you know, I'm just saying that I would just like a little credit... for the fact that I'm killing myself trying.
Nigel: Andy, be serious. You are not trying. You are whining. What is it that you want me to say to you, huh? Do you want me to say, Poor you. Miranda's picking on you. Poor you. Poor Andy? Hmm? Wake up, six. She's just doing her job. Don't you know that you are working at the place that published some of the greatest artists of the century? Halston, Lagerfeld, de la Renta. And what they did, what they created was greater than art because you live your life in it. Well, not you, obviously, but some people. You think this is just a magazine, hmm? This is not just a magazine. This is a shining beacon of hope for... oh, I don't know... let's say a young boy growing up in Rhode Island with six brothers pretending to go to soccer practice when he was really going to sewing class and reading Runway under the covers at night with a flashlight. You have no idea how many legends have walked these halls. And what's worse, you don't care. Because this place, where so many people would die to work you only deign to work. And you want to know why she doesn't kiss you on the forehead and give you a gold star on your homework at the end of the day. Wake up, sweetheart.

Coisas que me falam...

"Você transa que nem música"

Tá?

A vida é magia!

E só chove porque é preciso chover para formar o arco-íris.
O resto é drama.

Há uma razão para tudo

Ele me disse. Eu acreditei. E deve haver mesmo. Estranha coincidência. Mas ok.

Isso também passa.

went from being "single" to "in a relationship."

Fiquei triste. Quase não consegui terminar a salada. Tem um nó do tamanho do Chipre na minha garganta. E fiquei irritada. Irritada porque também queria mudar meu status no facebook. Mas não consigo. Irritada porque sou menina. E meninas se irritam quando outras meninas existem. E fiquei com medo. De ele me esquecer para sempre. De eu não ser mais importante. Mesmo que a quilômetros e quilômetros de distância - tipo, do outro lado do oceano Atlântico. Eu desejei de verdade, do fundo do coração, que ele fosse feliz. Mas agora que ele está sendo, me irritei!

Muito difícil ser mulher. Até quando a gente sabe o que é certo, fica louca. Meio retardada. Quero ir para casa dormir até cansar de dormir.

Isso também passa.

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