It's like some other song, pretty but something's always wrong

Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you when you think everything's okay and everything's going right

Took our chance, crashed and burned
No, we'll never ever learn

Hay cosas mucho mejores en la vida que preocuparte por eso. Ya se que estás perseguida y pensás que cada palabra gira al rededor tuyo, pero no podés seguir así. Preocupate por cosas que valen la pena preocuparse, que sabés que si te preocupás por eso e intentás arreglarlo, se va verdaderamente a solucionar. No es algo que se deshace facilmente, como por eso que te estás preocupando en este momento. No, bueno, no te preocupa, pero te molesta. Hay cosas mucho mas importantes- en realidad, hay una sola cosa mas importante que abarca absolutamente todo en tu vida- preocupate por eso, que nunca se deshaga ni se rompa. Lo único que tenés que deshacer es ese GRAN nudo que te está matando en la espalda, no podés cargar con tanta incomodidad.

*es demasiado facil decirlo, pero no concretarlo

50th

Thank you all so much for so many wonderful and touching birthday wishes.I have never felt so grateful as I have today to be who I am, a proud member of the human race (dues paid) and a member of Duran Duran (ditto.)

It has been an extraordinary year in so many ways, darkness and light in (almost) equal measure, but it has all been good, in its way, made so because of the amazing friends + family I have. Oh yes, and the other ‘f’s… You, the fans, for so many years- giving me permission to be myself (still no day job!)

I am VERY excited about our new album, but more about that soon come… In the meantime, have a great June 20, and remember, ‘All You Need is NOW’!!…-JT x

Ojalá algun dia no tan lejano pueda tenerte a un centimetro de distancia como hace dos años atras y seguir confirmando que tu perfecta deformidad es única. Perdón, SOS único- estés donde estés, estés como estés. A pesar de todo lo que hiciste te admiro, mejor dicho, te admiro por todo eso que hiciste y cómo pudiste salir adelante. Nunca, pero nunca te voy a olvidar y todo lo que, en cierta forma, vos y los demás me dieron.. you know.

Searching for the answer,
nobody seems to care

'No te preocupes' se decía a ella misma. Jaja dejá de ser tan ingenua, querés?

'Cause you're everywhere to me and when I close my eyes it's you I see
You're everything I know that makes me believe I'm not alone

They hadn't exchanged a word, but J already felt better.  

I suppose being born on December 31st or January 1st makes the most practical sense, then one can start each new year of life in sync with the international calendar, but then being born on a date significant for reasons other than your personal entrance to the world can be rather frustrating too… So easy for people to forget, or become preoccupied with holiday hyperbole, it is thoroughly tiresome to have to share the day with selfish people recovering from hangovers unrelated to the celebration of your existence, also rather dissatisfying that one's limelight can be so easily overshadowed by a clock striking twelve times in succession. These annual dates are equally troubling for those born on holidays created by Hallmark cards and their cunning accomplices, who mercilessly relieve you of hard earned cash, in exchange for an essential cardboard greeting to your closest companion on February 14th, or Mother's Day, or Father's Day, or any number of increasingly more obscure annual festive opportunities.

So, just as I was beginning to feel rather smug about having my birthday so promptly each year on the pure untainted date of June 8th, I thought I should check to make sure it was indeed alternative celebration free… I am already starting to wish I hadn't pursued this route, which was clearly destined for heartbreak, but feel in the interest of full disclosure, I have absolutely no choice but to reveal to you those with whom I am now inextricably linked and will henceforth share my birthday celebrations forevermore on this day. I'm sure you will be sympathetic to my anxiety based upon the following facts.

June 8th is:

Upsy Daisy Day
Write To Your Father Day
Banana Split Day
Best Friends Day
World Ocean Day
Whitsuntide Day (in Romania)

The week June 7th-13th is

National Business Etiquette week
National Sun Safety Week
National Automotive Service Professionals Week

In the knowledge of what I have recently learned, realizing the stiff competition for any affection on this date, I remain eternally grateful for all your gracious greeting and letters of condolence at this difficult time.

Yours humbly,

Nick

PS. Thankfully Frank Lloyd Wright with whom I also share my birthdate knew nothing of this.

Happy 48th Birthday, you're simply great

Debo estar entrando en una especie de locura porque no se lo que estoy haciendo, mejor dicho, sí se lo que estoy haciendo, lo que no se es qué va a salir de todo esto. Me cansé de rellenar ese vacío, si es lo que hace falta entonces va a seguir vacío pero de verdad hasta que alguien venga y me diga lo que hace tiempo estoy esperando oir. Me cuesta creer que lo vaya a lograr, como asi me cuesta creer otras cosas..

I'll just have to sit back and watch my world disappear

Llegué a una simple clara y visible conclusión: mis viernes son depresivos. Debe ser el rejunte de todas las cosas de la semana de las cuales digo 'me ch*pa un egg y medio' cuando en realidad no es así y ni siquiera tengo la posibilidad decir 'bueno, al menos por un rato me olvido', no, porque encima que no estoy tranquila hasta las 8 de la noche, tengo que llegar a mi casa y ver que 'no puedo' estar bien, se siguen sumando y sumando cosas. Parece como si se pelearan para ver quién gana en 'Hagamos que Barbi se deprima'.

OK well.. yes.. maybe, I don't know... I mean.. well.. actually I ..don't.. or perhaps.. no, I mean.. right, OK .. but.. NO, you know what? I don't f* care about your 'new' life- oooh you're so crazeee! what should I say now??? Idiot. Stop believing something you are not

I just want to get it over with
Tears from behind my eyes but I do not cry
Counting the days that pass me by

the orange plastic sun is shining 
and the truth so hard to see