This note book, from the first half of 2005, had a big stain on one corner from where it soaked up a lot of canned coffee. There were a lot of short, interesting blurbs in it. But the notebook is too damamged to keep now...
-penny-wise and pound-foolish-
to be thrifty in small matters but wasteful in major ones (story of my life)
an evil, spiteful woman
to continue to annoy
(cock's comb) a dandy, silly, vain fellow
meddler, but kind of in a good way, though....
*drowning in a tea cup*
overembelishing a sad inconveniece into a great tragedy, and letting this overblown trouble consume you in ways such thighs just shouldn't.
I'll let him know, who I was in your life
I'll let him know, what kind of girl you'd be as a wife.
I'll let him know 'cause there's nothing left to do
Then to tell him the truth
I think that my whole life will be plagued by lack of breakfast.
... "El papel lo aquanta todo."