And if the latter is the title of Ishmael cd Serrano, one of my favorite songwriters with Quique González . But do not speak of the waking man called Ismael, but this man awake, Peter, for I know the pseudonym Pineapple is my real name.
This morning I was thinking about not doing anything is being said. I woke at about ten o'clock, and had that feeling you notice the cold savanna and like to be inside, you put some cd (30 seconds to mars sandwiched with "music of the Gods", and these in the fucking sky, one of the best feelings you can have ( Naomi, I challenge you to do a meme of the best feelings in life).
already at about half past ten I get up and forces ! surprise DONUTS! the good, not those with the Chinese and German to breakfast like a fucking king (NOTE: any king, I would like be processed at puto).
I started to look for small apartment in Internet but suddenly opened a conversion Evyta to that friend, former lover and a great person who always has been and is not interested in thinking in the future because no doubt that there , and good in about two minutes we have left. I had to go to carrefour to do some things in c & a so I brought the car (fatal error).
We went for a vueltica with a white dog that I can not remember his name and then to carrefour , and if it is simpler than a blank sheet but that hour and a half has been pretty good, I has lifted the mood, and while Eva think and already I am satisfied that at times a danger to the car, made me very happy,
Later I had my half hour ordeal, with the garage locked with truck Hyundai the jam and one and a half, until I got to park to take in the ass of my house and after a few motherfucker! CABRON ! etc ... then I came home and forces ! big announcement: "Son, you have called the banks of the pit, you have admitted Pathological Anatomy and Cytology" and in that time has been a bittersweet sensation on one side was filled joy because I have everything to do with me mola a sliver Sciences and the idea of \u200b\u200bjournalism straight into a career Mixed me to illusion but not enough to be what I always wanted to be, something in the world of medicine, even a simple nurse, a physio or a poor doctor (Peter come, leave the crack ), but on the other side was sad because I more or less had made my dreams in Madrid, my compis and stuff, but good does not always have everything you want and as they say, true friends will always there, with 100 kms or 3000 kms or wherever they ARE . I just
Ains say it ...., thanks Evyta , and Jordi ( Jordicine ) will say no my chronic Madrid, but I leave and two years on tenterhooks for xD read them.
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