terça-feira, dezembro 20, 2005



Yes, you guessed right. These were the “pearls” of the 7th art that I had to endure during my flight to Lisbon. Not one, but two. Why, beats me, but it was quite painful...

3 comentários:

Splat disse...

Hahah! I'm sorry. Did you just close your eyes and tune into your iPod? That's probably what I would've done.

Anónimo disse...

Catarina, it's no wonder you're kids are going mad: you are watching too much crap and you're kids are watching too much crap. Here's what yer gonna do: you're gonna stop taking international flights until we see that you've got this whole shitty film thing licked, til you're immune from the Adam Sandler projects and all things J.Lo and then we're gonna start you on some small flights, say, Lisbon to Porto, Lisbon to Azores and back and we're gonna see if you can keep yourself from watching these sordid numbers. Once that is taken care of, we're gonna have you buy my autobiography 'Though I Walk Through The Valley Of the Shadow Of Death, I Fear Not as I Walk Through Said Valley with Me, Dr. Phil' and have you learn a lot of the valuable lessons of self-evaluation, self-criticism, and self-punching contained therein. Where your inner self lacks fortification, I'm gonna come in and put up some walls and you, Catarina Moita, will be safe forevermore.

Catarina disse...

Yes Captain, I did exactly that...but I still have to work out better my abstraction abilities... :))