During the weekend, concluding While a start week jodidilla , I decided to get sick. Well, not me, my body, a horny. Yesterday evening was the highlight of the disease: bed, nap eternal, cold, heat, cold, heat, to the eternal siesta beginning of a slight dizziness ... And in these moments, when one (or I) is near the end, think it's necessary to leave "well-bound and tied," some last wishes. Okay, yes, yes, I exaggerate. Far from it I was dying, but who knows if tomorrow I diagnosed a serious incurable disease that prevents me from contact with the world beyond two steps from my bed. Well, that, in this case do not worry because I've thought everything. There is a person whose identity can not reveal because it sure is bad luck chunga you spend, which will alert the other people they consider necessary to advise in this situation. For the case I hit by a bus or, worse, a postman with a yellow picture (sorry), I have no plan yet, but surely in that case I appear in a free newspaper because these newspapers are very morbid and always get things well, so no problem .
Once this became clear, my body decided to improve (thanks, sucker). So today I went to class but with calm and relax not stress out and drop me again the jaws of death (not so easily catch me, bitch ¬ ¬). Come on, this means that I have come to the right at 11. And then surprise 1!: think I've left the mini case and summary of the minisentencia I had to deliver. Shit, shit, shit! . I open the bag, look at the folder and effectively ... Shit, shit, shit! Mecagoen (algoquenoreproduciré) shit! This only happens to my shit, shit, shit! . Fortunately everything has been resolved with a phone call to Miss Palencia (you laugh Patricia Conde is over Valladolid. My Miss Palencia is true, ha!). And then I go to class and Diaries 2: do not have classes until 13h. "And I come with calmness and relaxation at 11? Well go fuck (again).
Two hours, a visit to the Bank, a talk about Lost with Eve and a pot of potatoes then came back an hour (45 minutes in reality) class. Very stressful, I do not know how I survived the day. Estresantísima after class and after having delivered the mini case and summary of the minisentencia (chupi!), Back home. And second highlight of the day (which is composed of several as well): First I love that happens to me, is that the subway arrives just when I'm stepping on the platform (mooola!), Second y mejor todavía, que en el vagón haya un hombre joven, trajeado e interesante leyendo... una guía de Madrid. Bueno, podría ser peor. Pedir un tercer momento guay iba a ser demasiado, pero por pedir que no quede: ¡Mira hacia aquí, bobo! . Vale pues no, no mira. Debe ser que la p*** guía esa es más interesante que yo, que sí, es cierto, no estoy en uno de mis mejores momentos pero soy lo mejor del vagón .Vale que la competencia eran cuatro viejas y una choni, pero esto no tendría por qué confesarlo. Dado que no miraba ni de coña, he deducido que hay dos opciones: 1. es gay y me consuelo pensando que al menos habrá un hombre (o unos cuantos) que den cuenta his / 2. is silly, so just been down at the next stop. By the way, smelled good and all who have jumped later were piltrafillas.
Life is hard! But I've overcome my negative state emo-quejumbroso/metafísico-filosófico-sobrelavidaylamuerte and nothing affects me ^ ^.
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