No muy macanudo

Yo a Liniers le tendría un poco de respeto si escribiera más cosas como esta:



y MUCHAS menos como esta:



Déjenme de joder, una vez por año (como mucho) tira algo medianamente copado, y después vive afanando a lo loco con "chistes" como el último. Y encima hay gente que lo cree groso y re profundo y qué se yo, no sé si realmente piensan eso o lo dicen de snobs, nomás.
Ah, y dicho sea de paso, acabo de descubrir que...¡¡¡Su web oficial es una COPIA DESCARADA de la página de J. K. Rowling!!! ¿Ven lo que digo? ¡¡¡Es un ladrón de gallinas!!!
Uno piensa "la verdad que La Nación ya no puede ser más detestable de lo que es", pero después pasa a la página de las historietas, ve a Liniers y a Nik, y se retracta instantáneamente.

Y vos...¿de qué lado estás?

Hoy pensaba...

Que mi blog se llama "pensamientos aleatorios", pero ninguna de las veces que escribí acá puse lo que estaba pensando en el momento. Hoy le hago honor al nombre.




(Y sí, qué pensaban, que me refería a pensamientos interesantes?)

Para los que dicen que no tengo sentimientos...

"I love you. And not...not in a friendly way, although I think we're great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I'm sure that's what you'll call it. I love you. Very simple, very truly. You are the epitome of everything I have ever looked for in another human being. And I know you think of me as just a friend and crossing that line is the furthest thing from an option you'd ever consider. But I...I had to say it. I just...I can't take this anymore. I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can't look in your eyes without feeling that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. I know this will probably queer our friendship - no pun intended - but I had to say it, because I've never felt this way before, and I don't care, I like who I am because of it. And if bringing this to light means we can't hang out anymore, then that hurts me. But God, I just...I couldn't allow another day to go by without getting it out there, regardless of the outcome, which by the look on your face is to be the inevitable shoot-down. And you know...I'll accept that. But I know that some part of you is hesitating for a moment, and if there's a moment of hesitation, then that means you feel something too. And all I ask, please is that you just not dismiss that. And try to dwell in it for just ten seconds. Alyssa, there isn't another soul on this fucking planet who's ever made me half the person I am when I'm with you, and I would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next plateau. Because it is there between you and me. You can't deny that. And even if we never talk again after tonight, please know that I am forever changed because of who you are and what you meant to me, which - while I do appreciate it - I'd never need a painting of birds bought at a diner to remind me of. "

Monólogo del personaje de Ben Affleck en "Chasing Amy".
Lo confieso: lagrimée con esto.
Al top 3 de discursitos románticos de película, YA.

(No, no existe tal top 3...por ahora...)