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Siete palabras, una cifra y dos signos de puntuación

Se me reventó una llanta a 120 km/hr. Terror.

Go ahead, make my day.

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Julio dijo: En full meltdown mode Yo dije: Para todos tengo.

En carne viva

NO RESPONDO CHIPOTE CON SANGRE SEA CHICO O SEA GRANDE

CLOSURE

After what you've done, you owe it to me. Yes you do.

Tyler Durden moment (brought to you by ...)

I want to destroy something beutiful. and I already know what

Tonite

I'm 100% EVIL I double dare you: be honest, admit it. No one has ever done it. I bet you won't be the first. What do you care? I'll try. It won't be pretty. You can be sure of that at least.
Fuck you. fuck her, fuck him, and you too. I'm done letting people decide how I feel. I'm done asking "do you think I'm wrong for feeling this way?" "you think I'm crazy". I'm done acting how other people expect me to act regarding my feelings. If I'm sad and don't wanna go out I won't, I won't. If I'm happy and act all childish and inmature I won't care what you think. That's me. If you tell me that I'm acting up, or that I'm being dramatic, or that I shouldn't feel like I do, because is not such a big of a deal, because you cannot and/or will not try to see things from my perspective: Fuck you. Who gave you the authority to decide how am I supposed to feel? Why should you get to tell me that I should care or act like I don't care? Who do you think you are to think that my feelings aren't as valid as yours? Why should my feelings subordinate to yours? If I'm capable or recognizing
Hoy todo lo veo en escala de grises

Julio

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BEWARE: Tiene blog y nunca postea y eso que yo le doy mucho material blogueable (es decir: lata y quebraderos de cabeza) y tampoco me contesta por el msn porque siempre está leyendo o viendo la tele. Ya no es mi roomie. Ahora vive con Mr. M. Chan chaaan chaaaaán! ya lo extraño

Back home

I have to go right now but I'll leave you an update on my current situation back home: My feet hurt a lot due to the constant walking around in highheels. I'm constipated. It takes me 30 to 40 minutes to get to work and the same ammount of time to get back home every day. I haven't unpacked yet. I teach 3 classes but as of Monday I'll start with a fourth one. I haven't worked on my thesis >.< I don't feel like I'm back at home. It actually feels more like I'm back at my parents house. Not really my home anymore. There are flys everywhere. I miss the spaniards... those bastards! I miss my old place and my big ass bed.

Julio siempre sabe que decirme para subirme el ánimo:

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L'enfer ce ne sont pas les autres