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Don't really feel like writing right now, but wtf. It's not like I want to overcharge my friend's shoulders, huh.

This wasn't my day... well, not at all. I saw him ♥ yaaaay Beto I love you :* I hope we can be friends forever! ^^ Yes you really made my day... Even if the part where I'm not with you is crap.

Some biatch threw an ice cream cone at me!! Gah, I KNEW it had a little icecream less than the normal, and I was about to ask her if she wanted me to make a new cone for her, then she threw it at me!! The worst thing is that the witch scaped, 'cause just after she dirtied my blouse she took a bus and got away all clean. Like she was... what, GOD? I HOPE THE BUS SHE WAS IN CRASHED AND ONLY HER SHITTY BEING DIED!

Hours after that, some workmates made fun of me because my stalker (the psycho) found me and sent me a flower made of EVA rubber and a wooden stick. My face turned RED. And I wanted to DIE.

BECAUSE I DO NOT LIKE HIM. AND THEY LAUGHED AND SHE (that little whore) MADE FUN OF ME (with that "wuuuuh~" thing) AND CALLED MY DAMN NAME WHEN I TOLD HER TO NOT DO IT 'CAUSE I KNEW THAT THE STALKER WAS THERE.

To make things worse my dad scolded me, thanks to Enrique (goddamn manager) who told me to stay some minutes to replace some guy's place. BECAUSE OF THAT I WAS LATE TO MY WORKPLACE (Korlaet) AND I HAD TO STAY 30 MINUTES MORE THAN USUAL. When I told my dad about why it took me so long to reunite with him, he scolded me and he looked angrier than other times because he's sick (summer flu) and tired.

Well, drinking coffee au lait and filling my stomach didn't help at all. But after writing things here I feel better.

Now I realized... that I still miss that bastard. Just because I need someone to cuddle me.

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[C:\Archivos de programa\Shareaza\Downloads\11-rammstein-amour.mp3]

Don't really feel like writing right now, but wtf. It's not like I want to overcharge my friend's shoulders, huh.

This wasn't my day... well, not at all. I saw him ♥ yaaaay Beto I love you :* I hope we can be friends forever! ^^ Yes you really made my day... Even if the part where I'm not with you is crap.

Some biatch threw an ice cream cone at me!! Gah, I KNEW it had a little icecream less than the normal, and I was about to ask her if she wanted me to make a new cone for her, then she threw it at me!! The worst thing is that the witch scaped, 'cause just after she dirtied my blouse she took a bus and got away all clean. Like she was... what, GOD? I HOPE THE BUS SHE WAS IN CRASHED AND ONLY HER SHITTY BEING DIED!

Hours after that, some workmates made fun of me because my stalker (the psycho) found me and sent me a flower made of EVA rubber and a wooden stick. My face turned RED. And I wanted to DIE.

BECAUSE I DO NOT LIKE HIM. AND THEY LAUGHED AND SHE (that little whore) MADE FUN OF ME (with that "wuuuuh~" thing) AND CALLED MY DAMN NAME WHEN I TOLD HER TO NOT DO IT 'CAUSE I KNEW THAT THE STALKER WAS THERE.

To make things worse my dad scolded me, thanks to Enrique (goddamn manager) who told me to stay some minutes to replace some guy's place. BECAUSE OF THAT I WAS LATE TO MY WORKPLACE (Korlaet) AND I HAD TO STAY 30 MINUTES MORE THAN USUAL. When I told my dad about why it took me so long to reunite with him, he scolded me and he looked angrier than other times because he's sick (summer flu) and tired.

Well, drinking coffee au lait and filling my stomach didn't help at all. But after writing things here I feel better.

Now I realized... that I still miss that bastard. Just because I need someone to cuddle me.

22:19 -  0 notes here
...

octubre 2006 × noviembre 2006 × diciembre 2006 × enero 2007 × febrero 2007 × marzo 2007 × abril 2007 × mayo 2007 × junio 2007 × julio 2007 × agosto 2007 × septiembre 2007 × octubre 2007 × noviembre 2007 × diciembre 2007 × enero 2008 × febrero 2008 × marzo 2008 × abril 2008 × mayo 2008 × junio 2008 × julio 2008 × agosto 2008 × septiembre 2008 × octubre 2008 × noviembre 2008 × diciembre 2008 × enero 2009 × febrero 2009 × marzo 2009 × abril 2009 × mayo 2009 × junio 2009 × julio 2009 × agosto 2009 × septiembre 2009 × octubre 2009 ×