D.A.M.N. I.T. II

Ayer se me dio por sacar la bossa n'chota del hotel y poner a Lilly Allen de fondo, por supuesto cuando llegó Fuck you el grupito de australianos comenzó a buscar mi mirada y como siempre en estos casos cuando siento que me mando alguna soy especialista en hacerme el tonto, cualidad familiar le llamamos.

Eso sí, cuando empezaron a cantarla no pude más y bueh... Me terminé riendo con todos, eramos 8 idiotas cantándola con ganas. Me mató Katherine diciendo:
- I play this when I want everybody at work to realize I'm crossed and to stay the hell away.
- Good for you haha.
- And in your case, whose this fuck you address to?
- Oh my! That's a long story yet so short and simple... Let's just say it did not work out although I wanted to.
- You seem so quiet to sing this haha.
- To be honest, I am. The only thing that makes me anger is that this whole situation could be avoided and my ex most significant one just took the easy way and walked away. There's a proverb here that says... If he went away without being asked, he'd come back without being invited and that's my final point.
- You seem so certain about this matter, do you really believe it that much?
- Of course I do, I did not waste two years being next to that person without knowing him deeply, however I'm not going to come back.
- But?
- But nobody would punish me for... How shall I put it? Make my point if he comes back.
- Evil boy.
- Indeed.