Lindsey confessed a while ago that she can't stop watching pregnant Beyonce dance. Well, I'm here to join the confession. I. CAN'T. STOP. WATCHING. THIS.

Seriously though, I watch at least once a day. NBD.

Also, RIP Whitney.

Ninguém quer ser o meu amigo

My fb app has been acting up all day. It sits there and tells me I have a friend request, when in fact, I don't at all. Or do I really? It fools me every time. If you want to be my friend and I haven't said yes yet, I'm sorry. I blame it on my phone.

Obrigado por ter lendo o meu blog.

I don't know how I never knew about this. K$ has enlightened my life by showing this to me.
Guys. Googlestats. According to them, people read my blog. Like people from Poland, Japan and O Brasil.
Thanks guyz.

Also, my girl Danielle has got things to say about culture, music and art--and she says them well.

Quentinho na cama

Favorite part about my room? The floor heaters. Seriously. My room instantly gets roasty toasty the moment I turn them on, making me instantly joyous.
If you know me at all, you know how cold I get in the winter. Chronically cold. I pretty much count on my feet being frozen from October to April. My friendy friend Sara would always make fun of me when I would take a hot water bottle to bed with me to warm my poor toes. I picked that habit up in southern Brasil where I have never experienced a more biting cold. I have now graduated to a heating pad which is infinitely less risky to take to bed with you then a water bottle.