THIS IS MY BLOG:
This blog helps me to read LiveJournals, (now turned fashionable friends only ) and to tell them.
= D sorry for the inconvenience
(my friends who do here livejournal, I'll put a link on my blog: D)
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Best Rated Dog Food Canada
BLOG
THIS IS MY BLOG:
thanks come, but I go crazy with two blogs, and if I have visitors or xD.
This blog helps me to read LiveJournals, (now turned fashionable friends only ) and to tell them.
= D sorry for the inconvenience
(my friends who do here livejournal, I'll put a link on my blog: D)
THIS IS MY BLOG:
This blog helps me to read LiveJournals, (now turned fashionable friends only ) and to tell them.
= D sorry for the inconvenience
(my friends who do here livejournal, I'll put a link on my blog: D)
Sunday, August 24, 2008
R4ds Cheats For Pokemon Soul Silver
How I Learned to Love Fear
this is another chapter, q was in my blog and I said "should post it on livejournal is so complete as an album of world figures of '78" and voila!
Missed with the love of my life
Chapter 23 980 "Serendipity"
Wednesday April 9, 2008 , 18:30. Statistics was in class when the Gracious Lord Alexander " The Wolf "Grahl decides to end the class and let students go home. Salgo fired before the end of the phrase "Well, up until Monday left here." With preternatural sense recognition distances and times, Agus estimated to minimum needed to reach the second bondi, memorizing the times of each traffic light.
Nazca. Came running to bondi was already starting, take the last puff of my trusty Lucky Strike and I get to board. The bondi was, as the popular phrase describes, "to the balls." Could not advance beyond the local machine to pay. Like I make my way through the sea of mediocrity and come to a little place ago. It goes down the people in places abandoned by God, and I glimpse a seat behind me. I managed to sit just half mil before an old sit down (hey, there were places in the engine but my me warm and make me bad, so that Old Lady sat there) I sit next to the type best gay I saw in my life was like a cross between Ricky Martin at his most gay and Chayanne in related still more gay. Luckily he got in some neighborhood never will visit.
So ... I saw her. She rose to wanted bondi and the destination we looked. The world could have blown up a thousand times and I have known. Cut eye contact as she got paid and face "I do not think I want to feel you beside me but the truth is I want. " She came and sat down. Just when I stepped on sat bordecito of flip-flop (I think I thought I stepped on the foot or lake) and I heard her little voice say "Oh, sorry! Excuse me ... "To which I could only respond with the voice of love pigeon" No, nothing happens ... "and looked out the window thinking" I do not shit, not shit "And while I asked if he knew where he was Scalabrini Ortiz and told him if it was on which we were ... I told him how to get where I had to go (dance classes?) With my trusty guide T. .. and not as we started talking, I said his name was Florence and Black River, which had been two weeks ago to study architecture (!) in UBA (!) (?) and lived in Caballito with a friend.
And I liked it.
But just two blocks down DSPs of q started talking, and looked at me with eyes that I can still feel strongly and I said "Well, see, Agus . Luck. We said goodbye and got out. And I felt like something broke inside me. I looked out the window and she was looking as lost and returned to tell it where to go ... teníaq and walked away when the bondi started and went through where she was given be back and I looked around, to which the waved my hand and she did the same. There
was when the monkey moving the lever my brain imploded and I said "FUCK ! I did not ask the mail or phone! "And that little voice in my head said" Get off and look it! "And made her case. I went down pushing people through that mass of generic and ran to where she was. I ran with my heart in my hands, searching with a smile.
But never found. Do not want to miss and went back to bondi stop to go home with the soul on the floor. And now, worst of all is: no what to do. Look? Leave it and forget it? Blogging? Well, that's it.
HOT GIRL !
[end of quote]
Yesterday was spectacular, not to cold or heat and had an amazing little sun. After getting up late, I spent all day in Palermo Jime outdoor drinking mate and thrown into a canvas embraced KISSING. Haha, I remember when a girlfriend was something embarrassing and teased. Luckily we grew ... no?
Yesterday was one of those beautiful days, you will always remember. One of those days where everything is nice, there is nowhere to be wrong. There's only room for kisses and hugs, and smile and be loved.
A day to remember, Indeed
this is another chapter, q was in my blog and I said "should post it on livejournal is so complete as an album of world figures of '78" and voila!
Missed with the love of my life
Chapter 23 980 "Serendipity"
Wednesday April 9, 2008 , 18:30. Statistics was in class when the Gracious Lord Alexander " The Wolf "Grahl decides to end the class and let students go home. Salgo fired before the end of the phrase "Well, up until Monday left here." With preternatural sense recognition distances and times, Agus estimated to minimum needed to reach the second bondi, memorizing the times of each traffic light.
Nazca. Came running to bondi was already starting, take the last puff of my trusty Lucky Strike and I get to board. The bondi was, as the popular phrase describes, "to the balls." Could not advance beyond the local machine to pay. Like I make my way through the sea of mediocrity and come to a little place ago. It goes down the people in places abandoned by God, and I glimpse a seat behind me. I managed to sit just half mil before an old sit down (hey, there were places in the engine but my me warm and make me bad, so that Old Lady sat there) I sit next to the type best gay I saw in my life was like a cross between Ricky Martin at his most gay and Chayanne in related still more gay. Luckily he got in some neighborhood never will visit.
So ... I saw her. She rose to wanted bondi and the destination we looked. The world could have blown up a thousand times and I have known. Cut eye contact as she got paid and face "I do not think I want to feel you beside me but the truth is I want. " She came and sat down. Just when I stepped on sat bordecito of flip-flop (I think I thought I stepped on the foot or lake) and I heard her little voice say "Oh, sorry! Excuse me ... "To which I could only respond with the voice of love pigeon" No, nothing happens ... "and looked out the window thinking" I do not shit, not shit "And while I asked if he knew where he was Scalabrini Ortiz and told him if it was on which we were ... I told him how to get where I had to go (dance classes?) With my trusty guide T. .. and not as we started talking, I said his name was Florence and Black River, which had been two weeks ago to study architecture (!) in UBA (!) (?) and lived in Caballito with a friend.
And I liked it.
But just two blocks down DSPs of q started talking, and looked at me with eyes that I can still feel strongly and I said "Well, see, Agus . Luck. We said goodbye and got out. And I felt like something broke inside me. I looked out the window and she was looking as lost and returned to tell it where to go ... teníaq and walked away when the bondi started and went through where she was given be back and I looked around, to which the waved my hand and she did the same. There
was when the monkey moving the lever my brain imploded and I said "FUCK ! I did not ask the mail or phone! "And that little voice in my head said" Get off and look it! "And made her case. I went down pushing people through that mass of generic and ran to where she was. I ran with my heart in my hands, searching with a smile.
But never found. Do not want to miss and went back to bondi stop to go home with the soul on the floor. And now, worst of all is: no what to do. Look? Leave it and forget it? Blogging? Well, that's it.
HOT GIRL !
[end of quote]
Yesterday was spectacular, not to cold or heat and had an amazing little sun. After getting up late, I spent all day in Palermo Jime outdoor drinking mate and thrown into a canvas embraced KISSING. Haha, I remember when a girlfriend was something embarrassing and teased. Luckily we grew ... no?
Yesterday was one of those beautiful days, you will always remember. One of those days where everything is nice, there is nowhere to be wrong. There's only room for kisses and hugs, and smile and be loved.
A day to remember, Indeed
♥
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Small Estate Affidavit
Inauguración oh si
Missed the love of my life Chapter
24,350 "Evasion"
Encontrabame walking down Las Heras, a weekday normal abnormal thinking on matters of course, smiling for the issues that are irrelevant, when it happened.
not really know what happened, but I remember being caught between a mass of people and saw her. A pretty little blonde staring at me and smiling, crammed with bags of clothes reeling under fresh weight of consumerism. I saw it and did what anyone would do: looked away and smiled. But that's not the story, but write every 15 seconds. The story is that when she passed by my side, that horns did not, but almost hits me. And here is where I take off the mask of Don Juan de Marco and I get the Daniel San, the karate kid idiot. The dodged. And quite skillfully, modesty aside. But that's not the case. Q The point is she went to hell. But maaaal. And all your bags and things were thrown through the air. haha, poor thing. Good, but not such an event I was watching passively. I grabbed it and prevents it did just cake on the floor at the last second. Or maybe it was the penultimate (?). Smiling, I helped to lift things with their thousands of "thank you" and "okay, do not worry" background. I looked into her eyes and said "I wanted to hit on purpose, no?" red as a tomato and said "nooo, nothing is q q see ... I stumbled ..." laughing and said "uh-huh, so it seemed ..." \u0026lt;sonrisa-sonrisa> finished gathering everything and I said thanks again and stood. So, since there was no logical reason to be there for either. Q I had to go home and she was re q q where are the pretty blonde. And I say "what's your name?" "Okay, you?" "Agustin ..." talk-talk, promptly put the mail and ask notes on a piece of paper (big mistake I have no more msn pq) and say "Well, you'd crash into me by heras some other day?" \u0026lt;sonríe and mirada> ESA looks at me and says, "Give, but better without bags" laugh ... silence, smiled and said goodbye =)
All very nice, but ... I do not understand the lyrics. So no, if you OK, you're reading this blonde consumer first makes a calligraphy class ... and second, one count of mail hacete simpler, baby ¬ ¬
as you buenisima = D
Good, with that story opened my livejournal ... Many will wonder "that is a livejournal if you already have a blog and flog and a job? "and the answer is simple:
CAN PQ.
Apart
I'm not posting here things deep or philosophical or introspective. Nor pelotudeces with photos taken over. Here are just anecdotes from my life and updates daily. total bullshit. maybe you post anything anymore, but I care ... q q Do you care?
work-work-work.
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