Both have spoken to my son Sam has left me no choice but to force him to take a picture with me so he also faces. I will be a single parent living a drama, but he is the son of a single parent family and if María José Campanario out their children in the HI without being uncombed fuses, for I have every right to exploit the world mine. That a single man with a child gives a terrible tenderness and this is it right now. Last night I had dinner
Pepa with my friend and while she lectured me in life and at the same time warned me that I can think back to pick on the lips (facial) Paloma San Basilio, I put a blind "and stuffed with foie Agnolotti seasoned with Grana Padano. Come on, I was dining with light because the breaks give you a very great anxiety and there are times when you do not care to end the waist Fernando Esteso. Total, nobody is going to see naked in the shower and the cat is accustomed to the horrors.
Pepa has been part of the "army of rescue" I spoke yesterday. And before she told him to stay with my friend Daniel (conference from Germany) I was feeling as an African girl of Mission Sunday which gives a tremendous penalty. And no. Pena gives the musical career of The Calabrese. But my life. And made me see ... a marvel of self-assertion for two minutes.
After dinner, Pepa (which has a cool car you die) I left the front door and a neighbor a little screwed up the second look at me like "this is a gigolo." And if anyone thinks this age I like to exercise a gigolo of rich women, it can only be a good sign. When I get home I decide to watch a given program on Tele 5 and is called "Intimate Enemies." I do not watch these programs but today I'm going to swallow me whole because I have no sleep because I am to bow and lettuce radioactive Gaddafi (god, if you have done that in the face ... how the hell would govern well a country?) and because these programs people take fatal, are nonstop insult (the word "slut" is very trendy right now) and therefore make my life seem a fucking Disney musical. This night comes one that says he was friends with Belén Esteban and is more bad ringworm. The truth that's been twenty minutes and no one says "I kill you", "this is in the hands of my lawyers" or the wonderful phrase "Look bitch, I'll rip your extensions to bite." So I'm bored and all that a single man can do: find a dvd of a movie Waitling Leonor and make the best use you ever made ... the use of coasters while I go to the kitchen and searched a bag of sweets that I bought yesterday.
it must be that of divorce leaves a sweet addiction that anyone had seen me last night, robbing the kitchen junkie would think it was a lifetime, those tactel bicolor MC. As I find the goodies I get for making me a ham sandwich "because I can gain what I please" and sit watching TV to learn that a former boyfriend of a niece of Rocío Jurado will not the TV because has given an anxiety attack. The same He also sought the sweets and gave him a crappy.
sleep I hear the announcer scream "I cast the turn!"
I wake up thinking that I see when they turn noses.
I return to work and I have a meeting on two projects that I have wanted. Sometimes I think I have a little stage fright, but the meeting goes well and of course, is supposed to now take refuge in the workplace is a good idea. A bit like Rihanna (the global pop Raquel Bollo) will hit two hosts a boyfriend and she began to record albums as if that was the end of the world. If she has done well (with that hair) I do not can go wrong. I say.
Coffee
Gus. Is a friend with a high profile in the world of fashion pearl that comes because I am a bit garrulous to dress. Gus tells me that "I have no problem because the problem is the others" and then I think that any time could end up like Nicole Kidman, divorced from a crazy and a face of constant surprise thanks to botox. Not to mention the wig.
And how am I? Well look at you. I am at times. I was walking down the street Fuencarral and I realized that my existential vacuum is going to fill a lot if I was some funky shoes. Then I went to a modern super store and I spent twenty minutes looking shoes clock. And I have not been able to settle on any. And I believe the same about people. I have friends divided into two sections: on the one side are those who tell me I have to let go and do what pleases me and the other are those who look at you with bovine eyes and tell you "Abel Arana, you to fuck. " And as for sex I'm a lazy even think Sam is a little scared. I've become Mary Ostiz but I have no desire for me to possess the spirit of Maria Lapiedra, which must be tired.
The solution is not a shoe. Moreover, I begin to be convinced that the solution is not anywhere. Today has been raining and the sky is gray, and I pulled back and down my biorhythms. So I spent the day half and half. And if I feel miserable at times I can always plug in the TV and get back on my "intimate enemies" because tonight also put you and thanks to Paolo Vasile, my life is going to look like a normal scary.
I keep throwing so many things and gives me in the nose (and look I have a ESWT in Cinemascope) that I miss most is me. Let's see if I am, greeted me, I make peace and let's have this urgent need to take my three Frappuccino every two hours, which as everyone knows, that's what Britney Spears was insane. My son
Sam look at me like that since I have started to explode, at least I can do is give you a can. The same eyes that cat "Shrek" knows how to put the bastard when he wants something. They let me on the Chinese to see if I find something that indigestion, I am not now nor emotional blackmail or for fans of Kylie Minogue, two things are necessary but equally annoying.
Tomorrow is another day. So if Gaddafi does not give to wipe off the face of the earth and if I'm eating lettuce is not contaminated.
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