Dear Diary,
I worked from home today, afraid of the traffic in DC (and of the possible snow). Yes, I am a total wuss. Wait until you hear my confession.
I took a break from a work-related-crazy-assed-head-banging-problem, and re-imported a CD by Orquesta Tipica Victor. Anyway, by accident, I played Una Vez. I found myself moving in the living room, tears streaming. I know I know, this seems to be happening quite a bit recently. But, this time, LOOK, I am by my fucking self, right? I have no business crying like a wuss-ass-shit-brain for the entire 3.3 minutes of this song. And then you know what I did? I fucking played it over and over again, like an idiotic masochist (if you knew how many times I played it...), so that I can burst into tears again and again. Fuck me. (OK, I am a leetel vulgeur today.)
Now I have to know the words. I mean, what if I am moved by some stupid-assed words, some dude singing about the hot dog that was too cold and he wants his money back.
So I go looking for the lyrics on the net. You think I could find it? No! No! No! So I get desperate, because, look, if I am going to be a wuss-ass, I want to be appropriately-wussied.
I fired a flare. My friends are coming to my rescue...
...
This is a very dangerous song for me. Very very dangerous.
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