I believe in like.

I still believe love is fictional.

I still believe love is over.

I  believe people confuse lust for love. 

I don't buy romantic love. It's a great trope for movies and it works particularly well in films like The Princess Bride &  Angel Baby. In some films, love is a lie. 

I believe in liking people.

The Test is Over.

It had  been a long-ass time since I believed anything.  It usually doesn't behoove me to wear the jaded New Yorker jacket though. Here are my newest beliefs. 

I believe seeing the Tindersticks show in Brooklyn on March 6, 2009 will renew my soul. 

When I purchased the tickets, I had a set person in mind to join me but alas it probably won't happen. Let's see what God has in mind for that particular night. 

I believe in French butter. A crumpet turns into art, slice of toast is no longer bland all thanks to the magic that is French butter. Yes, I believe in the the beauty of slight things.

I had been battling God for a week or more but as the Flaming Lips say at the end of Fight Test, "The test is over." 

Jackshit

I haven't believed in anything for the longest time. Let me know if you need an image to accompany this sentiment....I think you get the picture. 

Pink Sky

I don't believe in romantic love anymore. It's fictional, people. 

Ursula in Uruguay

I can't believe I've been to Uruguay. It seems so surreal & lofty. There is empirical evidence to prove that I was there: my credit card statement, an oversized t-shirt with a Uruguayan flag on it in my possession, photographs I took, a clear passport stamp, spare coins in my bag and dozens of memories.

I guess I expected, upon arrival, to become a dusty gaucho or a carnivorous candombe musician. 

McDonald's

I believe children are the funniest people on the planet. They don't even try to impress. Many just exude cool humor.

Tonight I was talking to a three year old boy. I asked him to write his name on a paper and he wrote something which resembled the scribble you see to your left.

I complimented his name-writing to which he responded, "You think that's my name?" (Snort.)"...that says McDonald's."

Silly Ursula.

¡Qué vergüenza!

I believe it's rather shocking how many words I hesitate pronouncing in public.

Sure, I can totally play my ESL card but this is a bit absurd. 

Here are a few words I practice saying to myself at night:

- irascible

- triptych

- traipse

- conscious (LOL. I know....)

Naturally I know what these words mean but my tongue hates them.