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Friday. Riding my bike with -4Cº/25ºF is really no fun at all. I get tears in my eyes and those tears get frozen. It should get warmer this weekend to just about freezing point.
I know it’s not terribly cold here if you compare with other areas but I’m freezing and I can’t get warm. It’s like I’m shaking the entire day and that’s a workout for sure because every time I check my weight, I’m about half pound lighter. Yay for this f#$king winter!!

I’m still trying to get motivated and it’s difficult. I just need one thing to go right and that will be enough to make the first piece of the domino to fall and hopefully, all the others too.

That’s what I’m asking, one thing. Only one. I want to feel that something is going my way. I want to stop saying: “Oh no, this too?!”. Because that’s what’s happening these days. I’m overwhelmed. The insurance company won’t cover the broken glass. My grandma is not doing well. I tried to get my phone replaced and they said: “Ok, you get a refund” and 3 minutes later they called again saying: “Sorry, you don’t get anything because the claim period just expired”. And my ex… I’m still not sure what he’s doing but anything he does, it hurts. I’m trying to show him that he can’t break me but I’m destroyed. And he called me heartless. Heartless. I endured him calling me cunt and bitch… but heartless, really?
I’ll show him heartless.

I need good news. Not the kind I won the lottery good news. More the kind: “Hey, I’m here. Everything is going to be alright”.

And IT’S FRIDAY, I’M IN LOVE! I need to keep dreaming, right?
A couple of weeks ago, my Twin Melinda (lookingforthelightblog.wordpress.com) posted a song. After listening to it, I couldn’t stop thinking about how nice it would be to hear a man saying: “You were born to be my baby”.

And it’d be better if he adds: “Baby, I was made to be your man”. Yeah, I know… I’m a dreamer of the worst (or best) kind.

2, 3, 4 enjoy Bon Jovi!

BORN TO BE MY BABY
(written by Richard Sambora, Desmond Child & Jon Bon Jovi)

Rainy night and we worked all day
Both got jobs ’cause there’s bills to play
We’ve got somethin’ they can’t take away
Our love, our lives

Close the door, leave the cold outside
I don’t need nothin’,when I’m by your side
We’ve got somethin’ that’ll never die
Our dreams, our pride

My heart beats like a drum
(All night)
Flesh to flesh, one to one
(And its alright)
I’ll never let go cause
Theres somethin’ I know deep inside

You were born to be my baby
I was made to be your man
We’ve got somethin’ to believe in
even If we don’t know where we stand
Only God knows the reason
But He must have had a plan
‘Cause you were born to be my baby
And I was made to be your man

Light a candle, blow the world away
Table for two on a TV tray
It ain’t fancy, but that’s okay
Our time, our way

Hold me close baby, hang on tight
Buckle up baby for a bumpy ride
We’re two kids hitchin’ down this road of life
Our world, our fights

If we stand side by side
There’s a chance we’ll get by
I know that you’ll live
In my heart till the day I die

You were born to be my baby
I was made to be your man
We have got to believe in
Even if we don’t know where we stand
Only God knows the reason
But He must have had a plan
‘Cause you were born to be my baby
And baby I was made to be your man

Yeah my heart beats like a drum
(All night)
Flesh to flesh, one to one
(And its alright)
I’ll never let go
There’s somethin’ I know deep inside

You were born to be my baby
I was made to be your man
We’ve got somethin’ to believe in
If we don’t know where we stand
Only God knows the reason
But He must have had a plan
‘Cause you were born to be my baby
And I was made to be your man