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The reason I like both women. No, Conas part ... it is very true.

guess what you want to read is not so fun on my Saturday afternoon at the home of Anne and Manu where we were drinking mojitos, playing Wii and throwing a few laughs, and also Frikes and looking to get off games for the DS (which also Ana have now).

Nor it seems to me that you feel like hearing me complain about the shit in the morning that I am getting the gigs, because what the fuck is not broken now can not get anyone on their MAC and we are going crazy, and top things I have a helluva headache ...

No, what you want to know is what has happened in the meeting with the gringo.

Nothing, there we go. Quis the amount as well as before. But you can not ask for perfection every time, so that we will not complain ... much.

And now is when is it funny (or not, depending on your sense of humor)

The guy would think that as soon ers, why not let's have something at a bar girl? If, as you read. The fucked was determined to enter a bar girl because she had never been and wanted to know. Well, as I say, okay, and have a drink. Not that I have many problems getting into bars for girls, for starters I have the proper equipment.

So we got dressed and threw for Candy (the more Bun Soho bar with permission from Glass Bar).

Since I already knew what would happen, we

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zoncitos? Does that moron has thought put hearts in the journal? And that's just the beginning. If two years ago I complained about having to see hearts wherever they happen and having to use those horrible, heart-shaped stickers for sandwiches three years ago, today I have been asking not connect to the Internet. My flist (the





Avissar ) has been invaded by the onslaught of pink hearts. Took more than a week asking Valente seeing little signs declaring my love / love / bitterness anonymous or by different members of my flist, and no, I refuse. Not even an e-card. Fuck. Why the fucking San Valentin? The year is very longgo and many more days to show how much we want, damn! And no, I think this day is not based at all on my single status. I hated when I had the same boyfriend (In fact one would leave two days before SV by not having to endure this crap day - would leave the same, but that does not hold the hypocrisy). So those who do not have cyanide in the veins and spit venom like me before the wave of love and hearts, you'll have a good day and you make a lot of love to your partner. And for singles and cynics like me, for nothing, to fuck like rogues and pass it's awesome. I do not play today, but I assure you that on Friday I resarzo.

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I begin to believe that I have a problem with alcohol ... no, not that it is alcoholic or anything like that, unless I completely lost my resistance to alcohol since I quit smoking. Before he could knock down any (or almost) and a couple of bottles of red wine were ideal for inspiring me to write.

Now I drink one for bottles and speak more of it, I forget things I say and I wake up with a hangover. And they

twice in a month that Heike and I tumble Kazzi. Literally. Just not much better last night. I do not remember much of what happened, so you do not know if it's good or bad, but I do know is that mornings are horrible hangover. Between shame wondering I said, the horrible guilt of thinking that said oh sure

And that also pisses me off because I used to have very good memory, I never forgot what he was doing, however I put fart. And now I have to force myself to remember things.

Well, one thing is clear. Next week I get drunk because I've been with Frenchy on Friday.

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are accustomed to my new piños ... because guess who has reappeared. The Frenchy. and clear, then there is my question. Because the guy is a good time. Not bad given the topic (in fact gives a fucking) and of course, a stone is not. But I do not feel comfortable with the flocks of plastic ones that I have ... so I'm wondering whether or not the reply message.

Well, even here the news. Mojito party this Saturday at home ... to see that!

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