Sneijder working for Galatasaray is like me working for Geico.

Say it ain't so.

Echo de menos Madrid. Entre otras cosas.

Great Moments In 20th Century Music

"The words that he spoke
seemed the wisest of philosophies.
There's nothing ever gained
by a wet thing called a tear.
When the world is too dark
and I need the light inside of me,
I'll walk into a bar
and drink fifteen pints of beer.

I am going, I am going
any which way the wind may be blowing.
I am going, I am going
where streams of whiskey are flowing."

- the pogues

why is she speaking to me?

I remember a story where a child tells all his secrets to a hole in a tree. And there the secrets dwell with no response.

I've adjusted to being that child.

And now the tree has spoken back.

But for how long? I desire more words.

Or is it?

It's funny when you spend your life wishing you were dead.

Or is it?

It's funny when Messi is your hero.

Read it out loud and hear the beauty.

Does anything ever end gracefully?