comb and the absurd.
Monday, July 26, 2010
What Was Your Cervical Mucus Cm Like Before Bfp?
in my life when things are meaningless, or redefines them to leave. My hair does not make sense, although they look in different perspectives and angles, not see it. A while ago I stopped analyzing and my hair stopped long ago.
The relationship with my grandparents sometimes makes no sense. To get along, I have to leave my side mentality. Then play a little, then I tell my grandmother that I am going to tattoo the pressure and you make your hair stand on end, then I laugh and tell him a joke. Another day I said I sold everything I had and I'm going to go on mission to Africa, then my grandmother makes a face of panic and they poke a tear I say "no, silly, what I'd do without you?" And the hug. My grandfather spectator opens big eyes while doing the crossword.
In general, things are significations which make no sense but I can not live without them. The relationship with my grandparents did not make sense, but I love deeply, I like going to visit, know that I expect and feel the smells that take me to children. My hair does not make sense, then let him aside.
relationship with Rachel lost consciousness very quickly. Every time Rachel was fighting with her boyfriend, ran into my arms. And I was helping, I loved her again, but I knew it was like a song from an album of those that I like but I fanatizan: the loved than she was on track, then passed to the next and there she was not in the letter, or there was any other way. Loved her to little bits of night, slowly. It was the only way I could love her. And he knew it and why I never allowed more.
One night we were in my bed, I smoked a cigarette on his back, something on the pillow. She was face down, supported by his arms flexed and legs moving like a pendulum. We started talking, as usual we finished making love.
- I still think I love you - I said.
- And? I do not know what I say.
- Because I love you for that.
- Yeah, baby, but come with me when you want. When you need it. Boredom. And I'm the gila stacking all feelings to avoid being hurt.
- You're a bitch, I tell you I love you and see what I say ...
- Yes, but I'm the bitch you love. I think I better not call me anymore. It makes no sense.
- So you tell me what to do after love?
- You told me you loved me after making love. I tell you I love you after you fired. Chau beautiful, you're one of my best memories.
gritted teeth, I do not know what words he kept in his mouth. She put the jeans without looking at me with hatred. I was in bed naked smoking my cigarette. And I said he could not continue resignifying redefinition so she would not give a damn. That or I did something more or less rose to its feet and not more than attending a whore call. That for jerks was her boyfriend. That what bothered me was that he is not sincere, did not love me, just pulled it out of the routine, but how was content to see me every now and then to fuck her boyfriend like that.
The absurd things I felt could only let in people over 60 who really loved me and that I could not ask you to understand my thinking. And after all, my grandparents sure that banks also had these comments of mine to them, meaningless.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Cervical Spodylosis And Golf
TURMANIA Book presentation INVISIBLE CITY at the 15th IDF in the city
Sunday July 25 6:00 pm Children Tent
15 International Book Fair Lima (P archetype of the Founding Fathers of Jesus and Mary on 22 July to 4 August) . We thank the media. Saturday, July 17, 2010
Wireles Optical/mouse Ce0560
Dance Galaxy.
Thanks to the teacher approached me Rachel. Rachel Rachel was not named, had a common name for the people of my age, like Florence, Mariana and Paula. But I told Rachel. If, for Rachel on Friends.
Rachel at first glance more like a mine, not only mine but mine more charmless than by your body. Rachel told him because when I first met her was picky and selfish. The girl's mother who never sacrificed anything. The comfortable. Always the victim. After I started to learn a little more and saw that he had a subtle humor that almost went unnoticed, a fresh look when she left her role as rich and funny phobias gave me tenderly, as her fear of balloons, or need to hug Barney dolls and Disney characters thinking about the poor guy who's in there like an idiot.
With Rachel's had a good time, but we were very different. I crossed my anarchist stage. I had left home and lived in one piece as a madam to pay working as a waitress in a bar and always devised ways to break the routine: a character made to customers, go out walking in the city to see what had, bells played by surveys nonexistent homes and always some old man who was alone and was left only hours with me talking. My loneliness was with other solitudes and, by chance.
Rachel did not face the same reality. He lived in a gated, the most expensive. I was all day with his own three girls and never knew anyone else. Do not know what it was handled alone. Rachel went every Saturday to shopping and the hairdresser and I in my room had only a bed, some books and music. Rachel had a dog race and I cherished cats on the street.
Despite the differences, we managed to love us. We went to the plaza, we smoked a joint and she seemed to get rid of all that. It threw me on the grass but can stain, unconcerned with my hand walking in the streets if someone could see it, I sang love songs I did not know because they listened to the radio. I told him every now and then a rhyme that was just for the occasion, or asked to let me watch your back, which was full of spots and I felt that forming a galaxy. And I too was a galaxy. And galaxies attract each other, go together through space, dancing, even at the risk of attracting a black hole. And we live in the galactic dance a while and then came the black hole.
Rachel knew I could not give a fellow future of private bilingual school fees could face him. I had no muscles or penis for his family rejoice in her happiness. I had no plan but the day to day and she dreamed of a degree in accounting, the house in a gated community, the husband and the dog breed. What she already had. To which my anarchy is opposed.
Rachel could not tell his parents that he was with me. I could barely slide my name in conversations with friends. I am fascinated by the duality, I admired their mental potential, but was in his hands how he was our history. And if he went with his fellow private bilingual school and penis muscles.
Friday, July 16, 2010
How Much For A Eye Exam At Shopko
Turmania
The book is one hundred percent to color with illustrations by Antonio Truijillo Ramirez, care editing by Pakarina Editions. 
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After some time at last this book worked with great dedication to children has come to light. The process has been long and I hope the like product to young readers. Turmania invisible in the city invites reflection on disappearance of many places in the world, which tend to become invisible and dead spaces due to the indiscriminate exploitation of natural resources.
The book is one hundred percent to color with illustrations by Antonio Truijillo Ramirez, care editing by Pakarina Editions.
Turmania invisible in the city will be presented on Sunday 25 July at the children's tent 15 International Book Fair Lima (FIL) .
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