Monday, May 31, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
How Long Can Implantation Bleeding Last
Migration. La Mala Leche
I know she did not want to be mean to me. Maybe it was jealousy. He never left me a claim based on the argument that I never asked her accounts. We understood each other under the sheets. She began with something as simple as a glance, I followed with a kiss and in the end, we embraced on the floor, wrapped in a thick cloud of happiness. I did not ask the day, I insisted on enjoying it, in becoming a necessary and give me back everything, but I gave him. Wanted her with me a long time yet. Want to see her dance for me while she was naked, I wanted to go back to eating cinnamon oil of your chest and not say it, wanted it to be always there for me ... but I was not one, of course, in my book. - Butterflies (Fragment)
Something strange is going on with me. I'm in a process as simple as that makes me miracles are extraordinary and I do everyday. I am involved in thousands of thoughts and fantasies that are needed to wake up, go back to sleep and in the process, something that can make me feel the happiness. There used to be so difficult, I remember. I never care both feel good, rather it was just waking up to smile. Now is a little more complicated than that. I know I've been blessed, but I can not help but feel a kind of gangrene that is eating away the heart and leaving gaps eben be filled with happy thoughts, because I'm not a regular at the attitude of "Oh, God, I'm fine fucking sad" That's for assholes.
My dolls come alive. This is much more complicated than originally thought, but I never considered doing so with assistance. Everything I do, and I want to keep doing it, but for some things, like sex, if I'd do it with help, ja.
Love is not destroyed, transformed. "I hate you" I said and is no lie. It breaks my heart, he leaves the bitter substance in contact and I also gnaw. There is nothing wrong with dreaming. No error in illusions with the heart of someone else ... The only bad thing is that when they break the illusions and the like, leave a memory of everything that ever was. Become our desires in an effort to dry jokes shared, to have someone, to be important, indispensable and irreplaceable. Is over and everything changes.
Funny how something that is born gelding from the source can be important. We do. Take a crazy idea and think that is life itself, but at the end of the day, nothing has changed. Perhaps a couple of smiles very heavy fantasy has caused you and may believe: There is a difference. No love. There was a kiss or a hug, but it feels so strange a feeling of welcome and comfort. You will always know exactly who he is, what counts and what you can give, and these feelings are the prize. One can be known special, different, valuable and even indispensable, but something happens: it and brought it inside, you find it just happens. Self-love, might be called.
Well, then wake up the next day, choose a shirt and sneakers, the smiles and you hang him. Hand, come true wonders. The look crosses himself cuantimás metal and will break the ice cold distance of the property, and reserves. The conquering smile, open doors and legs, feeds and builds the verbiage and so it hurt our empire rises from the previous day, bright as the sun itself. If you are a king, a king and a jester. A kiss, a word and even a song. All in one day. Booking the heart for those people without that you will not live with their own essence and achievements. No need for that love.
And while this process gives you life, still waiting for the butterfly migration reaches your stomach. 
I know she did not want to be mean to me. Maybe it was jealousy. He never left me a claim based on the argument that I never asked her accounts. We understood each other under the sheets. She began with something as simple as a glance, I followed with a kiss and in the end, we embraced on the floor, wrapped in a thick cloud of happiness. I did not ask the day, I insisted on enjoying it, in becoming a necessary and give me back everything, but I gave him. Wanted her with me a long time yet. Want to see her dance for me while she was naked, I wanted to go back to eating cinnamon oil of your chest and not say it, wanted it to be always there for me ... but I was not one, of course, in my book. - Butterflies (Fragment)
Something strange is going on with me. I'm in a process as simple as that makes me miracles are extraordinary and I do everyday. I am involved in thousands of thoughts and fantasies that are needed to wake up, go back to sleep and in the process, something that can make me feel the happiness. There used to be so difficult, I remember. I never care both feel good, rather it was just waking up to smile. Now is a little more complicated than that. I know I've been blessed, but I can not help but feel a kind of gangrene that is eating away the heart and leaving gaps eben be filled with happy thoughts, because I'm not a regular at the attitude of "Oh, God, I'm fine fucking sad" That's for assholes.
My dolls come alive. This is much more complicated than originally thought, but I never considered doing so with assistance. Everything I do, and I want to keep doing it, but for some things, like sex, if I'd do it with help, ja.
Love is not destroyed, transformed. "I hate you" I said and is no lie. It breaks my heart, he leaves the bitter substance in contact and I also gnaw. There is nothing wrong with dreaming. No error in illusions with the heart of someone else ... The only bad thing is that when they break the illusions and the like, leave a memory of everything that ever was. Become our desires in an effort to dry jokes shared, to have someone, to be important, indispensable and irreplaceable. Is over and everything changes.
Funny how something that is born gelding from the source can be important. We do. Take a crazy idea and think that is life itself, but at the end of the day, nothing has changed. Perhaps a couple of smiles very heavy fantasy has caused you and may believe: There is a difference. No love. There was a kiss or a hug, but it feels so strange a feeling of welcome and comfort. You will always know exactly who he is, what counts and what you can give, and these feelings are the prize. One can be known special, different, valuable and even indispensable, but something happens: it and brought it inside, you find it just happens. Self-love, might be called.
Well, then wake up the next day, choose a shirt and sneakers, the smiles and you hang him. Hand, come true wonders. The look crosses himself cuantimás metal and will break the ice cold distance of the property, and reserves. The conquering smile, open doors and legs, feeds and builds the verbiage and so it hurt our empire rises from the previous day, bright as the sun itself. If you are a king, a king and a jester. A kiss, a word and even a song. All in one day. Booking the heart for those people without that you will not live with their own essence and achievements. No need for that love.
And while this process gives you life, still waiting for the butterfly migration reaches your stomach.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Janitrol Model Wh -100
Strikes Back!
have no idea how much I've gone busy. Things always change, it is necessary to make new production, some opportunities are given, others are closed, but that if the constant change can be real breath of oxygen for the soul.
At ABC, the changes are required. During the week, it seems that Time travel music from 7 until 8 am. Okay, I think something coherent. The news team will be renew, suppose that production, I'm ready for whatever comes.
On TV, I look forward to my return soon. I'm playing a lot of my bad temper and my creativity to net content is a program worth, if not, or I do. Not my thing pendejaditas walk with me only amuse me. I think I can give more and I will.
With the things I write, I am invited TRENCH, write something related to football for a special pambolero. I will, I know I'm going to like this experience. I have appointment with people connected with the letters (not letters of payment, mind you) and which I could publish a book of good time, wish me luck.
But as she reaches the lunecito, I leave a copy of the material that started the harvest season in materials for my task in the media:
Good Sunday, tomorrow is another thing. Hopefully. 
have no idea how much I've gone busy. Things always change, it is necessary to make new production, some opportunities are given, others are closed, but that if the constant change can be real breath of oxygen for the soul.
At ABC, the changes are required. During the week, it seems that Time travel music from 7 until 8 am. Okay, I think something coherent. The news team will be renew, suppose that production, I'm ready for whatever comes.
On TV, I look forward to my return soon. I'm playing a lot of my bad temper and my creativity to net content is a program worth, if not, or I do. Not my thing pendejaditas walk with me only amuse me. I think I can give more and I will.
With the things I write, I am invited TRENCH, write something related to football for a special pambolero. I will, I know I'm going to like this experience. I have appointment with people connected with the letters (not letters of payment, mind you) and which I could publish a book of good time, wish me luck.
But as she reaches the lunecito, I leave a copy of the material that started the harvest season in materials for my task in the media:
Good Sunday, tomorrow is another thing. Hopefully.
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