Achura.

Per caritá, no me vengan más con esa basura pascaliana de que el corazón tiene razones que la razón no conoce.

El corazón bombea sangre. El corazón es una achura. Se le da de comer a los gatos.

Boludeces no.

I'm so vain.

I totally wish that song was about me.

Que se copen con unas papas ya que están.

Oh, Jonathan...

Now I didn't touch 'em

'cause I didn't want 'em

but I wanted to affect 'em

I wanted to haunt 'em

Jonathan Richman, "My Career As A Homewrecker"

Me sentiría menos sola.

Por favor, díganme que alguien más entendió la etimología de burocracia recién cuando vió, en Futurama, el cartel en la puerta de la oficina de Hermes.

(Ya sé que esa no es la puerta, pero por una vez Google Images me falló)

High Fidelity.

"What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?"