That pa a'lante back and it hurt quite
Something like ...
Who will sleep with me?
[Bleeeeeh, now the bed is good only for one]
campaign I have become completely sorry to be back, eager to return and for the last week, yet stuck trying to exploit this leg.
Last night something made me write a poem ... A who-knows-what drove me to it and the truth is that I'm glad, because I have to do at least 60 pages for this nice contest poetry in which I participar.Ya Find & eacuyou, to the place where I write the bloody book, the most beautiful cafebrería this country, White Rabbit, which already manages a seat me with a table next to a balcony surrounded by bookshelves and take a nice ashtray where my addiction.
Seeeeeh, I'm happy. In what may be. Juju
The song ... I do not know. I'm in a feceta of "I love you" at me weird. I have regained the lost strength, the desire, time and fortitude that I lost. Seeeeh, I even painted my toenails and cut my hair Snuggle awhile. I also signed a writing workshop, s & oacute; him not to leave. We'll see if I encourage you to learn to dance salsa.
Other than that, pure nostalgia, pure ... Bleeeh I do not know what to call it. Back and find myself more of a disaster at home. We'll see how things develop, but the truth is that if I am quite worried.
On the other hand, and in February presented the test for college * shivers *. It's funny, but I want to go to school and even college. I suppose it is mostly an area that will be virtually MI area ...
Nice, neh?
Anyway ... A couple of greetings:
+ My
Sephi
, wherever you are, because the master / foreign /
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