No Estaba Muerta...
But it did not feel like writing. And the other day my number one fans, I never post, but then do not hesitate to reproach me two weeks ago not write , chided me that why I did not. And I said that I had not been anything worth to tell.
What is not so certain , because I went to school, I have more new partners, I met two years ago could not see and I went to a couple of good parties. Especially the post-santo Saturday in which I had to distort my identity , because all I drew were dancing "almost medical" , "almost engineer" , "almost sociologist" and so on. And I
I first raised the spirits have attracts youthful face sub-25 ... until I felt old saying that it was journalist 3 years ago and now I'm almost lawyer. So not to scold me with my moral, in turn said he was studying journalism or law. Depending on the boy. And I felt like Dorian Grey because nobody can say who is 21 , being in fact carrying a quarter-century and to create more top .
few months ago also work Providence, which is most chori because I have almost next to the U. And much closer to my house. In fact, has many nice restaurants for lunch , but never go because not as alone. is a potential market untapped , but winks at me every day. So the shot, if someone tell me lunch here. also has thousands of local happy hours and such other have been . Not because it is alcohol and if you can make one, but because for too many guests HH.
But what surprises me most is the amount of Krishnas that lying around. The worst thing is that I fall really well because before, my friends were fans of soybean patties and thus forcing me to go to a Hare Krishna to eat.
And I'm slick, I know the only soy sauce is the wantan , I refused to imagine what had those turnovers inside, while they starved ate, but I was amused to see the rites of the Krishnas are the most fun, and with music.
The issue is that Providence will put many of them, every day, from Pedro de Valdivia and Los Leones. Although I have no very clear what they do, I'd say pick new members . And to me like they always grab me to give me advice of religiosity, what led me to think that I have and Pecora sinful face, but so very bad . But like I that it will refuse to the grave, lay face'm in a hurry and run away from them.
But today I could not . I used to think my zig Zage and were waiting for me, because between two me were the prime. One is me -and- leader and asks me if I have a minute, while I watch with the face of circumstances if at the end, I had stopped. Then I asked for my emotional life, my existential problems and stuff .
" Guachón, do you have time? What happens is that I am at least spiritual there, I have problems with consumerism and come to pay a bill of Falabella, actually. And though I dream of the day I die in San Pedro is looking cotillion me up there, I have a serious suspicion that will not get ... The truth is that a friend asked me days if not through the legs feel hot boiler Satan and another friend assures me that I will be VIP hell. In other words, it is macabre. There are also people who hate me when I've always tried to be friendly with everyone, not counting those guachones that are able to recruit black magic to attack and in truth, I've never been so bad as to deserve it. Do you do something for that? "
And the poor guachón krishna was pale in the middle of his orange robe meters, I believe to the core repented for his brilliant idea to stand in the middle of the street.
And I after reading an instructional how to communicate with your "inner self" "I almost threw up when I finished my speech without saying anything," 'm thinking that if they have a good supply of religiosity and heal my karma, I also orange might look good.
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Monday, March 31, 2008
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Difference Between Herpes And Folliculitis
Porque la Cote NO Debe Jugar Tenis
[This story had already begun HERE]
I can say that is very close to the recommendation, but I was regia in my white sports taken. I looked in the mirror of the dressing room and thinking that I wish I discovered today, because after the Pancora Burned other day, now I have a tan fascinating. And so thousands of courtship myself when I listen to my couch screaming for me to worry.
14.01: "Dad, heat makes sick, eh?" . But Dad is in trance, sees in his mind a bookmark where I crushes on September 3. It forces me to preheat.
14.05: I tell you it is very warm , if they 45 ° clay. I wonder if I can drink water and I said no.
14.10: First paddles. smile with satisfaction and I congratulate myself, think I have the gift aún . Papá se entusiasma y me tira dos que me hacen correr a la red. Pienso que debería rebajar mi dosis de cigarro diaria.
14.15: Prometo dejar de fumar . Tengo el pulmón en la mano, papá corre como quinceañero y yo lo único que intento recordar es el número de la Help .
14.20: Le admito a papá que “quiero puro morirme” . Me dice que es la curva del esfuerzo y me da toda una explicación científica sobre el deporte que no comprendo. Mis neuronas está mentalizadas en mantenerme de pie . Pienso que mi estado físico is depressing.
14.22: Dad tells me that my physical condition is depressing . I would argue that just because I dance all night and all my activities and games and never die, if tennis at this time is macabre. He laughs and throws me a long. I do as I run, but half yelled "long" . He responds "lazy" .
14.30: I have wanted to call Mom to sue father of domestic violence. This is thriller, I think I die at any time result of a lightning strike.
14.35: I console myself that had no children but left a rabbit , not planted a tree, but I killed 4 floors of the office, not wrote a book, but I have a blog .
14.36: I challenge myself for thinking such nonsense and I blame the heat.
14.45: Miro the field side and two seniors are side by side. envy them and wish them death. Not so much, but wanted to see them roll and get red. In my short white or tracks ...
14.55: Finish the game . Dad tells me pussy-as if I had not been there- I was beaten on the court and not remember how many points you must .
I asked when I return to play with him and me, like I like Gonzalez stopped a while ago.
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[This story had already begun HERE]
I can say that is very close to the recommendation, but I was regia in my white sports taken. I looked in the mirror of the dressing room and thinking that I wish I discovered today, because after the Pancora Burned other day, now I have a tan fascinating. And so thousands of courtship myself when I listen to my couch screaming for me to worry.
14.01: "Dad, heat makes sick, eh?" . But Dad is in trance, sees in his mind a bookmark where I crushes on September 3. It forces me to preheat.
14.05: I tell you it is very warm , if they 45 ° clay. I wonder if I can drink water and I said no.
14.10: First paddles. smile with satisfaction and I congratulate myself, think I have the gift aún . Papá se entusiasma y me tira dos que me hacen correr a la red. Pienso que debería rebajar mi dosis de cigarro diaria.
14.15: Prometo dejar de fumar . Tengo el pulmón en la mano, papá corre como quinceañero y yo lo único que intento recordar es el número de la Help .
14.20: Le admito a papá que “quiero puro morirme” . Me dice que es la curva del esfuerzo y me da toda una explicación científica sobre el deporte que no comprendo. Mis neuronas está mentalizadas en mantenerme de pie . Pienso que mi estado físico is depressing.
14.22: Dad tells me that my physical condition is depressing . I would argue that just because I dance all night and all my activities and games and never die, if tennis at this time is macabre. He laughs and throws me a long. I do as I run, but half yelled "long" . He responds "lazy" .
14.30: I have wanted to call Mom to sue father of domestic violence. This is thriller, I think I die at any time result of a lightning strike.
14.35: I console myself that had no children but left a rabbit , not planted a tree, but I killed 4 floors of the office, not wrote a book, but I have a blog .
14.36: I challenge myself for thinking such nonsense and I blame the heat.
14.45: Miro the field side and two seniors are side by side. envy them and wish them death. Not so much, but wanted to see them roll and get red. In my short white or tracks ...
14.55: Finish the game . Dad tells me pussy-as if I had not been there- I was beaten on the court and not remember how many points you must .
I asked when I return to play with him and me, like I like Gonzalez stopped a while ago.
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