las zorras sí zufren/bitches do cry

Aparentemente soy capaz de cualquier cosa cuando de macho se trata. Por ej. me casé con uno que, cuando nos mudamos a lo que para mi era territorio ajeno, de idioma desconocido y donde no tenía ni una puta amiga, me dijo lo siguiente: no me pidas que te de una mano con el castellano stef, que te va a llevar mucho tiempo aprenderlo y me da fiaca. Cosa que a la zorra embriagada de amor le pareció absolutamente racional, onda pero por supuesto...cómo te voy a joder con semejantes reclamos insignificantes mi rey! En inglés se lo dije, obvio.

Y así hasta el otro día, cuando le comento a uno que me tiene más o menos encadenada: mirá q soy grande...vos en cambio tenes la vida por delante bombón...acordame por qué estamos en plan de estrellar el auto a 150km/h contra la pared? El, lacónico: por que sí apretando el acelerador y claro, a la zorra le parece de lo más racional así que feliz se olvida de todo por que acá, ahora, así y de ninguna otra manera es lo único que tiene sentido y quién le quita el huesito, dale a verrr?

Next, en el poco tiempo que me queda me mudo a paris a meterme heroina y coger con estrellas. Mi única duda al respecto es que la zorra ya tuvo su rockstar dueño y más capo que él, la veo difícil. La otra sería paris, a delirar con zapatos louboutin y bailar hernan cattaneo en bains douches.

this is our decision, to live fast and die young
we've got the vision, now let's have some fun
yeah it's overwhelming but what else can we do?
mgmt

Apparently the bitch inside me is capable of pretty much anything where a man is concerned. Take this guy I was married to for five years. When we moved to this completely alien territory, where the inhabitants spoke gibberish and I had literally not a single friend to my name, he said the following: btw stef don't expect me to bail you out with your spanish...it'll take you so long to get up to speed that I'd just get bored answering your questions all the time. It may sound strange, but his reasoning struck the love-drunk bitch as utterly rational, as in of course darling...I wouldn't dream of pestering you with such trivial demands!

Believe it or not, the song remains the same. Take this guy who has me more or less under his wicked spell. He drives really really well and way too fast, which of course really really turns me on, but even so in a rare moment of sanity I said: I may have been around the block but you still have your whole life ahead of you babe...remind me again why we're crashing the car into the wall at 180? He answers because I said so and he floors it and check it out: this strikes the bitch as a perfectly sane explanation, so she gets even more excited because let's face it, nothing else matters except right here, right now, like this, and in no other way.

What's left? I guess I'll have to move to paris shoot some heroin & fuck with the stars. Except...hold on! Been there, done that. The other option is move to paris, swan around in louboutins & dance to hernan cattaneo in bains douches.