Archivo de 8 Enero 2009

 It turns out that not okay … nonono well.

In my times of a teenager, was perdidamente love with a young friend of Roland, who never gave me or the hour.

Recently it crossed into a social event.

Neither slow nor lazy, I dropped on him like a bitch in heat (the guy was going to put PAICOR, compared with a dish of noodles, but they are not going to understand), is not that good to me and I flew launched crushes … I was just Stalking …

Uhmmm old loves = new victims! musica.

The thing is that the boy in question, is the kind of men that you have to conquer it as if it were women … I mean … to text messages regularly, a call to another talking about “nothing”. I particularly hate these talks … rather, I hate talking on the phone and not saying anything coherent, for me it makes no sense.

It took, took, but what I got. The boy finally fell into my hands.

The night was long awaited a quiet evening, something that a man like him would enjoy. You reader who loves good living, he should know that women, we are Machiavellian weapons, and that we can change our whole way of life, for as long as necessary, to achieve what we all seek.

While one is not very loving quiet night, talking about politics (puaj! Disgusts me), and other topics of speudo bohemian, the Banque me, TRANQUILITY, all in order to move this issue by force of arms, because it was something seeking several years ago.

The echo was consummated. You say “baby that short ..! rely more! explayate “.. but the truth dear reader, is that the act was as is. It lasted only about 5 minutes, at least that’s what I think, because I did not have the courage to watch the clock.

If a fiasco if, as I left to spend.