When You're Little...

...you don't think about debt

You don't think about jobs

You don't think about loans

You don't think about boys

You dont think about him

Or what he is doing

Or who he is with

You don't wonder if you'll ever talk again

You don't wander out and try to pretend...


When you're little

You like how the sun touches your skin

And how the grass feels under your feet

Your tummy is full and you play just a bit more

Before going to sleep and start all over again tomorrow...

It will never end


---Cristina

Yes, Mrs. Patmore! Coming, Mrs. Patmore!

Downton Abbey : The Complete Scripts: Season 1

I want this. Badly. All the scripts from season one plus notes from the author.

"Ironing newspapers is a cliché in a way because everyone knows it was done; but on the other hand a lot of people still think they were ironed to make them flat, as opposed to being ironed so that the ink would dry. It is sometimes quite fun to correct these common misapprehensions"

Reading this, I mean really, you can feel your brain getting bigger.

Also, I would like to write a spec script for kicks.

Peace, Love & Rock the Bracelet

My brother gave me a bracelet a couple of weeks ago and I finally wore it today. No idea why it took me so long. I usually wear things right away. I say usually because he gives me things often. Not big things, but little things just because he saw them and thinks I'll like it. It could be a bracelet or a bookmark or a magazine, etc. He is older than me and has always been protective. In many ways he's taken the role of a father. And it took me a while to understand that someone can do something nice for you simply because.

I think a lot about dating and what I expect from someone and a lot has to do with the way my brother treats me and cares for me. So I know how much the little things count. And I always appreciate them when a guy takes the time to do something seemingly small for me. Not a lot of them do. It's not necessarily material, something simple like taking the time to talk or to make things right when they go wrong.

When it comes to things I like, smaller is better...

---Cristina

Musical TMI

I don't care that you're listening to Katy Perry on Spotify.

I really don't.

But Facebook insists I should.

Well, fuck.

Post another photo of your sandwich/dog/baby.

Please.

Y ahora: un momento poético

Basura por el flanco derecho...

Mierda por el flanco izquierdo...

La madre por el centro...

rayooosss y truenoooossss....

--- Tina De La Guetto

And then they called her Wicked Z

Because they decided who she should be
Before she could speak, before she could see
That after a footstep, it was better to leave.

Wicked is this, Wicked wants that
All the fat cows gave her a hat
And they wiped their asses with them
To make stains shaped like cats.

She worked and she wept, day and night,
But not once did she show any fright
Wicked, little darling, just don't you try,
To fool them into getting into a fistfight.

Because this one thing you must understand
They really don't need a helping hand
Wicked are they (oh this is grand)
And for sure they will fall from where they stand

On their own, and this you will see,
Fall to the ground, like an old, heavy tree,
Because you've done no wrong,
Not one time or three

Wicked are they, but you have the name,
And keep it you should, for you're still the same
Leave them be and keep your lips sealed
Their true ugly nature, in time, is always revealed.

Things that rhyme with 'History'

Beestory

Ceestory

Deestory

Earstory

Feestory

Geestory

Killstory

Kill it...

Just kill it now.

Forget History. Buy shoes. Pumps. Bitches love pumps.

A 19-year-old making plans

Okay so we can, like, load our stuff in my car and take it to your place 'cause tomorrow's my sister's birthday party so I'm gonna need to get everything done before that. Or maybe we can, like, hold it someplace til next week. I'm not sure how long it'll take 'cause I texted him earlier today but, like, he said we couldn't do it so now I have to wait till tomorrow afternoon 'cause, like, my class it's at 7am and I have a test on Wednesday which is, like, sooooo retarded. I told my boyfriend if he could come pick me up, but he has a game on Sunday so, like, I gave a call to my roommate but she's back home for the weekend so now I have to do this shit myself. I have to go to Target first and buy some things, but I lost my dad's card so now I have to pay cash which is bullshit as he's, like, being a total asshole about it. I think we should take everything to Lindsay's house 'cause I not she has space there for sure 'cause her dad has, like, an extra room for things when they moved from Michigan. Um... if not we could always wait a few hours, unless he texts me, but I doubt it 'cause his phone's been off, like, all day. I mean, like, seriously what's the deal with that? I have to pick up my friend first at her job 'cause she finishes at 10 so that gives me fifteen minutes to get ready, then we can pick you up and then we can head to Kyle's house 'cause Brandon's gonna be there and he has like this, like, huge-ass pick up truck.

You think we should do that, right??????