to do ....
Yesterday (or the day before, I do not remember) I talked to my mother, and told me he had been the children of French friends home. Well, was the son and his friend, both about ... 13 years (not great), some mansonitos fipados or something (the child that had always seemed a Mongolian border). His mother had been home a few months before and they must have talked about something. Overall, the children asked to see my room, roll museum. If you know tell Maite copper input. And frankly, I do not know what the hell they might be interested in my room. No Nightmare Before Navdad, no posters of The Crow, Living Dead dolls and such, or anything like Manson, or rare antichrist or stars on the walls.
Look, coming from Paris to see my room! What an honor ... and then tell their friends ¬ ¬ U
Other:
We finally left the Polish edge of the bar where I work, and today I stayed 6 hours with her. What horror! And the cocoon of my boss still has not paid me and I had to give in my house señorcito dirus Thursday. Even
my throat hurts, and here it is not txatxi. Algorta I do like to be ill-_-
And the music is buenisisisíma Vib Ribbon!
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