start writing this post to twenty minutes to twelve at night. Have twenty minutes to meet their twenties. We'll see what time I finish the entry.
The issue is that I'm remembering the dead of my friends are calling me old.
One in particular told me they are the last minutes that has a one in front of age. My response? " Do not think you live to a hundred? ".
is because I get a hundred. And two hundred if necessary!
I can not believe you go to meet my second decade in just minutes. It's like counting the hours Missing for New Year's bells!
- Quick, say something.
I dedicate these twenty years to my family, my friends, my cat is now in heaven (a pilot of commercial aircraft), the devil and the angel resting on my shoulders, one on each side yelling at me I have to do, Spotify, a Juan Paparazzi for the invitation to Spotify without time limit, the creators of Pokemon for being such suckers to get the sale Pokémon Pokémon White and Black in two days my birthday just the year that I have no money to buy, at Carmen's Shot by ... Carmen paints what the kick here? A Espinet, for being my role model in life, a. ..
- not need mint percent and the mother.
MOTHER! That! I forgot to thank the mother of the mole.
- mole The mother?
topotes mother for friends.
- ...
I also want to thank all those who waste their time reading my blog but not comment. And the ravioli stuffed with spinach! Hecate bless the spinach ravioli. And now I get hungry ...
Now I'm going to wear my pajamas donkey of Winnie the Pooh, have a cup of cola-cao in my Mickey Mouse cup and go to bed early like a good boy. A child who is twenty years in JODERDIEZMINUTOS.
I hope life will bring us many, sooooo many more years of happiness and luck.
PS: Seriously, I have hungry! And yet a couple of hours I have eaten a plate of couscous with mushrooms and it fills its own. Not to mention the three bowls of vegetable soup I've eaten lunch.
PD2: Happy non-birthday to all those who do not have birthdays.
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