— No vino.
— ¿Quién?
— El vino.
— ¿Pero vino o no vino?
— ¿Quién?
— ¿Qué?
— No, ¡no vino el vino!
— Wtf r u talking about?
— The red wine l warned him about!
— WTF R U TALKING ABOUT??
— Nevermind.
— Ok.
— Ok.
— So what?
— What what?
— What now?
— Couchpotating.
— #StayHome
— Whatever
— Why?
— Things to do list, the impossible task syndrome, same old shit.
— It’s sunny.
— (random emoji)
— Go laundry, bitch.
— I can’t.
— You don’t want to can.
— Exactly, tks, no more excuses.
— Only pure and pleasant procrastination.
— That’s me.
— And netflix?
— Na...
— Sexting with forever french lover long-distanced open boyfriend?
— Messina.
— Not available.
— That’s me.
— Ok, too much self acceptance here. Move your ass, bitch!
— “Where the north wind meets the sea there’s a river full of memory...” [Frozen II soundtrack]
— Denial. Self-boycott. Same old bitch.
— Fuck, can’t stop spotifying, new toy.
— Patrícia!!!
— Yep?
— You’re pregnant!!
— I’ll fix that on Monday, no drama.
— And then?
— Then what?
— Are you gonna tell him?
— What for?
— The selfish gene.
— Hahaha
— ?
— Sharp.
— Blablabla.
— Sorry.
— Ok. Let’s face life. Let’s make a list.
— Ok.
— You start.
— Fuck.
— Fuck you.
— Messina.
— Focus.
— Messina.
— 1) laundry
— No, gotta podcast/zap with Dieguito first, priority, saudade, deep epiphanic workaholic nostalgia.
— You’re so obvious, you’re gonna spend the whole weekend on the couch zapping and still finish Sunday with some 50 pending chats and no laundry done at all!!!
— Sounds cool.
— 2) have lunch.
— The rest of eggplant from last night.
— Great.
— 3) take a nap
— In bed, please. No spotify, no zap.
— Maybe.
— 4) have dinner
— Tacu-Tacu, Perú 26, please.
— You deserve it.
— Finally something we agree on!!
— You’re annoying.
— That’s me.
— Here we go again.
— Messina (sorry, can’t resist a joke).
— I like it.
— Messina?
— Hahaha
— 5) zapzap, spotify, couchpotato, no guilts whatsoever.
— No chocolate.
— I don’t do drugs.
— Fuck off.
— Messina.
— Zzzzzz
— (erotic dreams with Messina mode on)
