Sur invitation ouverte de The Postman et Zenopia, je partage "Les Etats d'Esprit du Vendredi".

fatigue : mes paupières tombent, marre de la chaleur !
humeur : puérile
estomac : pas bon, magnum beurre de cacahuète
cond. phys. : analyses OK
esprit : rebelle
boulot : cause de rebellion
culture : N-E-T-F-L-I-X
penser à : sortir les chaussures d'été
avis perso : En salle d'attente, je perdais mon temps à lire des journaux à scandales. Maintenant, je suis une serie killer.
loulou : finit l'année scolaire en beauté, prépare ses vacances pareil
msg pers : je ne peux lire certains d'entre vous, suite aux interdictions informatiques faites dans la boîte, pour prévenir les cyberattaques (soupir)
amitiés : fait
sortie : trop chaud
divers : je viens de créer un compte sur un site de cashback. Premier bilan, fin juin.
courses : brochettes d'abats, melon
envie de :  jeter par les fenêtres l'argent que je n'ai pas
popzik: Drake - Hotline Bling https://youtu.be/uxpDa-c-4Mc

You used to call me on my
You used to, you used to
Yeah

You used to call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
Call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
And I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing

Ever since I left the city,
You got a reputation for yourself now
Everybody knows and I feel left out
Girl you got me down, you got me stressed out
'Cause ever since I left the city,
you started wearing less and goin' out more
Glasses of champagne out on the dance floor
Hangin' with some girls I've never seen before

You used to call me on my cell phoneLate night when you need my loveCall me on my cell phoneLate night when you need my loveI know when that hotline blingThat can only mean one thingI know when that hotline blingThat can only mean one thingEver since I left the city, you, you, youYou and me we just don't get alongYou make me feel like I did you wrongGoing places where you don't belongEver since I left the city,you, you got exactly what you asked forRunning out of pages in your passportHanging with some girls I've never seen beforeYou used to call me on my cell phoneLate night when you need my loveCall me on my cell phoneLate night when you need my loveAnd I know when that hotline blingThat can only mean one thingI know when that hotline blingThat can only mean one thingThese days, all I do isWonder if you bendin' over backwards for someone elseWonder if you're rollin' up a backwoods for someone elseDoing things I taught you, gettin' nasty for someone elseYou don't need no one elseYou don't need nobody else, noWhy you never aloneWhy you always touching roadUsed to always stay at home, be a good girlYou was in a zone, yeahYou should just be yourselfRight now, you're someone elseYou used to call me on my cell phoneLate night when you need my loveCall me on my cell phoneLate night when you need my loveAnd I know when that hotline blingThat can only mean one thingI know when that hotline blingThat can only mean one thingEver since I left the city