Soy Un Perdedor

This song captures my blue days.

I don't know why I'm blue.

My life is finally going on track but I keep repeating these words.

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?

But I really don't wanna die.

I've just seen a face and I have fallen.

And I want to see Scott Pilgrim Vs The World.

I must admit, being a geek has it's up sides.

I however enjoy the runner's high and the feel of a good work out.

These song comes to mind and makes me feel better.

Well, someone tell me, when is it my turn?
Don't I get a dream for myself?
Starting now it's gonna be my turn.
Gangway, world, get off of my runway!
Starting now I bat a thousand!
This time, boys, I'm taking the bows and
Everything's coming up Rose!
Everything's coming up roses!

Be happy and let live.

Gosh, I have a job come next week.

My first job ever.

:D

Everything is coming up Roses.

Good Night World!

He broke my heart and I broke his everything. JK. Just his X-Box. :p

My everything hurts.

Working out is a bitch but my abs are so happy.

Just stopped my sit up, push up routine to blog.

Not sure why I do this.

Maybe it's a sort of hope for acceptance.

I have always taken pride in my appearance.

And Cell Block Tango just came on.

Time to dance.

Be right Back.

Back.

Regardless, I do it.

All this work and what did it get me.

A flat stomach. :D

Night world.