Sunday has always been the worst days for me. The symbol of absolute boredom. So this one also ended not failing the too often true rule of the "Dimanchiant".
I started the day by rewriting my ad on CS and Loquo to rent for a month not one room of my apartment but two of them because I finally got left in the lurch by Am that will not sublet me a room for March since she's leaving Barcelona soon.
First came a charming Italian student who was seeing a dozen of rooms anyway and then later a Spaniard from Oviedo, northern Spain, very nice and much more interested in the room and only staying here for three weeks.
I continued the translation of my blog and then I continued the writing of it not as English as a starting language but french, which is obviously more simple and logical, given that my written English is not better than average. I finally watched two other episodes extremely funny of "Flight of the Conchords" and got over this one-more Sunday by 3am...
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Day -5 ... Chinese restaurant, Chinese Shop
The night was a bit rough and short, but nothing too serious. The three residents of my room, including myself, all woke up early, around 1PM after 5 hours of sleep. We got to the living room doing the same thing as the night before, not much, but the girls are nice, cool and super "abstract". They also like abstract guys like themselves. Lau is abstract, I'm not... but they still like me though. They did ketamine again and I did well to decline their invitation since I was going to see my girlfriend P' and apart from that anyway it is better to limit any addiction to "the night": alcohol, cigarettes, weed, hard drugs, but also movies and TV series and sex, although for the latest it's not always the case but one thing is certain: it too often remains addictive although it is ultimately the most natural and least harmful of all drugs. But oddly and still nowadays the most shameful one too.
P' called me. We had planned to meet after nearly a week without seeing each other. Then she wrote on WhatsApp, an app for smartphones with free chat, that she was on her way. 15 minutes later she was already at the door of the building while I was not nearly ready and then she threatened me to leave soon if I didn't go down immediately. Thus I had to put on a jacket in a sec and without even saying goodbye to the girls I slammed the door exasperated by her impatient and totalitarian attitude. I then had to catch up with her on the street after she had already started to leave.
Tenacious anger from the beginning for both parties. 5 minutes later it's too much useless arguing and I kiss her forcefully and said "goodbye, we must take a break!" and I start to walk away but the sadness overwhelms us both and I go back to her in a hug and even though she has her moments and her pride she's mature enough to not refuse it, to make up... again. No, I cannot do that (I said), I cannot.
We both calm down and decide to walk around in the Born to finally land in a restaurant for "tapas exoticas" called "Mosquito" where we revel in delicious dumplings for her and in a wonton soup for me both accompanied by a Vietnamese coffee. We kept talking for hours.
We leave by 9PM and not far away, in that same "Carders street", we sympathize with a Chinese couple, the merchants of a bag's shop, after starting to communicate in their native language. I talk a little Mandarin to them and P' continues to enchant them with her irresistible charms and after a little and accelerated course of Kung Fu gave by the husband the two girls exchanged their phone numbers to be able to stroll around together on the next day, sunday! Who said that the Chinese were cold and distant?
I escorted my love to the Rambla and after a long goodbye still far too short I went back home working on my blog ...
P' called me. We had planned to meet after nearly a week without seeing each other. Then she wrote on WhatsApp, an app for smartphones with free chat, that she was on her way. 15 minutes later she was already at the door of the building while I was not nearly ready and then she threatened me to leave soon if I didn't go down immediately. Thus I had to put on a jacket in a sec and without even saying goodbye to the girls I slammed the door exasperated by her impatient and totalitarian attitude. I then had to catch up with her on the street after she had already started to leave.
Tenacious anger from the beginning for both parties. 5 minutes later it's too much useless arguing and I kiss her forcefully and said "goodbye, we must take a break!" and I start to walk away but the sadness overwhelms us both and I go back to her in a hug and even though she has her moments and her pride she's mature enough to not refuse it, to make up... again. No, I cannot do that (I said), I cannot.
We both calm down and decide to walk around in the Born to finally land in a restaurant for "tapas exoticas" called "Mosquito" where we revel in delicious dumplings for her and in a wonton soup for me both accompanied by a Vietnamese coffee. We kept talking for hours.
We leave by 9PM and not far away, in that same "Carders street", we sympathize with a Chinese couple, the merchants of a bag's shop, after starting to communicate in their native language. I talk a little Mandarin to them and P' continues to enchant them with her irresistible charms and after a little and accelerated course of Kung Fu gave by the husband the two girls exchanged their phone numbers to be able to stroll around together on the next day, sunday! Who said that the Chinese were cold and distant?
I escorted my love to the Rambla and after a long goodbye still far too short I went back home working on my blog ...
Friday, February 25, 2011
Day -6 ... Partying until 8am!
Not super memorable memories of this day apart from the evening which was quite exceptional indeed. While I intended to get back on my blog translation work Guy came back to the apartment with two 18 years old alternative girls wearing baggies, piercing, tattoo and purple dreadlocks for one of them. They had just met "the group" which had gone out for the night shortly before. Guy asked me if I wanted to join them. I put my shoes and a jacket on and followed them down.
That night the street had a peculiar, soothing and pleasant smell. I payed the remark to Ja that just when you go out less often you can enjoy way more the sensations of the outside, of the street, of the night or day.
We wandered for a few hours between the Rambla at Drassanes and the wooden footbridge leading to Maremagnum where Cha performed to us some of his songs and where Ja, Lau, M and S (our two new female buddies)Guy and Am danced and fooled around until we got kicked out by security. We finally landed on the port, opposite to Maremagnum, joining a group of kinda youngsters, holidays only alternative people, thinking they're cool but with whom I get bored quickly. The girls too. So, after Cha got ready to leave while he was supposed to host M and S it was finally decided that it would rather be me who was going to do so. Seemed to them safer this way.
On the way back I had to run after Lau completely tipsy and just after crossing Paseig de Colom a band of cops fucking morons were mocking him and his super-molding "panther pants" he was wearing just for the fun of it. He turns around and runs literally in their direction while one of the cop is rushing to meet him too. Luckily I'm here to take his guitar and to pull him by the wrist in the opposite direction with all my strength while apologizing to the repulsive pieces of human garbage Catalan fascist police fuckers. Such homophobic assholes! It is true that my little Lolo looked quite as a flaming fag dressed up like that and by making prowess to brave ridicule and gossip he almost ended up in big shit by the exact same ones that are supposed to get people out of it, those pieces of shit! Then I had follow him into a bar in Ample street and I finally manage to pick up his guitar and his trumpet after he made me fight to get them. He himself was impossible to take back home, as usual.
I returned where I left the girls but inevitably they were gone and I walked back home. There they were already and these little 18 years old chicks invited me for a little line of Ketamine, a drug I had never tasted (as most of them actually). The effect of this anabolic for horses that got super fast to my brain was a bit like weed in my humble opinion. It also relaxes and get rid of inhibitions and of course fucks up the neurons pretty fast if you do it too often. Better to limit myself to pot if it makes me feel the same anyway...
Finally, after Lau had also returned for a long time now he started making S. feel uncomfortable being mad at her because she was spending too much time on my computer. He was just too wasted to be nice anymore and the mask had to fall. Short after we all went to bed for good. The girls in my double-bunk-bed and me down on the small mattress that I had installed next to my desk for naps or guests ...
That night the street had a peculiar, soothing and pleasant smell. I payed the remark to Ja that just when you go out less often you can enjoy way more the sensations of the outside, of the street, of the night or day.
We wandered for a few hours between the Rambla at Drassanes and the wooden footbridge leading to Maremagnum where Cha performed to us some of his songs and where Ja, Lau, M and S (our two new female buddies)Guy and Am danced and fooled around until we got kicked out by security. We finally landed on the port, opposite to Maremagnum, joining a group of kinda youngsters, holidays only alternative people, thinking they're cool but with whom I get bored quickly. The girls too. So, after Cha got ready to leave while he was supposed to host M and S it was finally decided that it would rather be me who was going to do so. Seemed to them safer this way.
On the way back I had to run after Lau completely tipsy and just after crossing Paseig de Colom a band of cops fucking morons were mocking him and his super-molding "panther pants" he was wearing just for the fun of it. He turns around and runs literally in their direction while one of the cop is rushing to meet him too. Luckily I'm here to take his guitar and to pull him by the wrist in the opposite direction with all my strength while apologizing to the repulsive pieces of human garbage Catalan fascist police fuckers. Such homophobic assholes! It is true that my little Lolo looked quite as a flaming fag dressed up like that and by making prowess to brave ridicule and gossip he almost ended up in big shit by the exact same ones that are supposed to get people out of it, those pieces of shit! Then I had follow him into a bar in Ample street and I finally manage to pick up his guitar and his trumpet after he made me fight to get them. He himself was impossible to take back home, as usual.
I returned where I left the girls but inevitably they were gone and I walked back home. There they were already and these little 18 years old chicks invited me for a little line of Ketamine, a drug I had never tasted (as most of them actually). The effect of this anabolic for horses that got super fast to my brain was a bit like weed in my humble opinion. It also relaxes and get rid of inhibitions and of course fucks up the neurons pretty fast if you do it too often. Better to limit myself to pot if it makes me feel the same anyway...
Finally, after Lau had also returned for a long time now he started making S. feel uncomfortable being mad at her because she was spending too much time on my computer. He was just too wasted to be nice anymore and the mask had to fall. Short after we all went to bed for good. The girls in my double-bunk-bed and me down on the small mattress that I had installed next to my desk for naps or guests ...
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Day -7 or a week away from the turning point
Therefore today I worked massively on the translation of my new baby, this BLOG!
And I must confess that, at least for now, I'm happy I did it, besides the realization of the blog itself.
So that's how it happened; I first started to create a brand new blog by adding -fr at the end of LE30N.
Then I copy and paste the text of my first version, so English, on "Google translate" adjusting the languages to English-French and finally I copy and paste the text again on my new french blog page roughly translated by the automatic translator and then take the time to hone it in my mother tongue. Finally after hesitating to also do a spanish version, I'm starting a battle on the third warhorse like an old skinny mustachioed dude fighting against windmills.
In the afternoon an event ultimately unimportant occurred: The long awaited release of the new Apple MacBook Pros, the new "running beasts" laptops that eventually and apparently don't run as fast as I had hoped but I will talk about it soon in my other blog dedicated to this kind of thing: http://geekaleon.blogspot.com/
This evening I was hesitant to return to the usual CS thursday meeting and I finally decided to go for a little while, by midnight, because I could not bear to hear Am' and his other American buddy discussing, excuse me: yelling, in the next room... When I arrived at the bar of the meeting there was hardly anyone already so I left right after and came back home. At least I had a little walk today and it's not every day the case anymore...
And I must confess that, at least for now, I'm happy I did it, besides the realization of the blog itself.
So that's how it happened; I first started to create a brand new blog by adding -fr at the end of LE30N.
Then I copy and paste the text of my first version, so English, on "Google translate" adjusting the languages to English-French and finally I copy and paste the text again on my new french blog page roughly translated by the automatic translator and then take the time to hone it in my mother tongue. Finally after hesitating to also do a spanish version, I'm starting a battle on the third warhorse like an old skinny mustachioed dude fighting against windmills.
In the afternoon an event ultimately unimportant occurred: The long awaited release of the new Apple MacBook Pros, the new "running beasts" laptops that eventually and apparently don't run as fast as I had hoped but I will talk about it soon in my other blog dedicated to this kind of thing: http://geekaleon.blogspot.com/
This evening I was hesitant to return to the usual CS thursday meeting and I finally decided to go for a little while, by midnight, because I could not bear to hear Am' and his other American buddy discussing, excuse me: yelling, in the next room... When I arrived at the bar of the meeting there was hardly anyone already so I left right after and came back home. At least I had a little walk today and it's not every day the case anymore...
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Day -8... Just another day doing nearly normal shit again
Everyday, or better say "every night", I start writing my blogi bloga later and later.
Now it's almost 4AM and I'm tired to death but I shall collapse like the piece of stone I was talking about a while ago. This time though not the heartless stone type. More like the energyless one indeed. I'm fuckin' energyless. Most of the time I'm just enrgyless, how funny is that!
Well, I'm gonna make a veeryveery fast-forward of today's day.
First thing to know: I went to sleep this morning at 7AM after hanging out in the living room for a few hours. Am. and Lau. were there. The first one also writing her new blog after I inspired her to do so. The other one typing his text message from his shitty cellphone on his new very first second hand laptop...
I was just there hanging, and reading her blog on my dying batteries piece-of-chinese-shit laptop, and using this Iphone app that can just recognize the music it listen to and then putting on my Facebook a link with the second hand or even third hand worthless Black eye peas Lau. had just put on to listen to.
That made me wake up at 2.30PM and do nothing much 'til much later.
Two days earlier I had come back to the gym after a 2 month without-going period and yes it was amaaaazing to come baCK on the traCK! This evening it was time to head back lifting weight already. 48 hours break, perfect timing! 60 days was, may I mention to myself, a bit too long!
By 9PM I was back home and after taking a so-deserved shower Lau' left for his own gym, which iiiiisn't the same I'm going to and Ja' shown up 15 min later. I Cooked a pasta's pizza with Am's Pastas and after looking mesmerized Ja' and Am' drinking a couple of 1L packs of cheap wine and smoking a dozen of cigarettes talking about this and that and sex and transexuals and Gays and Lesbians and this and that I waited for them to smoke a last cigarette and drink a last glass of wine but yes I waited and could not wait no more.
I forgot to mention I had met Al', a lovely Romanian female friend at the supermarket. She goes: There's Jess playing tonite at the Milan's, come!
I was waiting for the girls to go but hum, hard stuff! So I went first. Pretty boring music indeed. A while later Lau, Ja and Am finally get there and we stayed in and OUT to smoke and chitchat without having to cope with loud music.
I spoke briefly to some chicks but didn't really like any of them. From the very beginning I actually felt bored, so fuckin' bored and sleepy without any will to talk. then Mel' made me smoke on her joint and things started then to get easier and to go smoother. I didn't know Mel' before, I had just heard from her in my very house. She was not like I expected she would be. She had a totally condescending Parisian face and that really came by total surprise. She was nice though. Just had the Parisian look, not the attitude. BTW I still prefer the Parisian attitude than the one from Marseille, you'll know why later.
Higher I got and easier were the chitchat until I spoke to this Cuban-Ecuadorian cute chica with Afro-Amerindian blood. And you know how much i like mixed girls!! She'll be soon my most recent friend on facebook is she just bothers accepting my friend request but if she doesn't, not a big deal, really:
My girlfriend cures me of all these useless troubles. If I had to be with someone else this "someone else" would have to be up to her league. She's a small girl but... an amazing one and that's right, losing her doesn't seem to me a very good idea unlike a few people like to think. There are a few girls out there I guess that are probably up to her league but do and would they like me or the thing I look like right now?! I doubt it. I have to change. Develop my potential. Become and appear like this smart interesting creative dude hiding beneath my sleepy-lazy-sad-frustrated mind-set. P' is fantastic and even if I hardly believe that she loves me one pretty sure thing is that she probably likes me and technically we are kinda together still. Only briefly kissing the rarely times we see each-other and... nothing more no... Does it really bothers me? Not so much yet but soon it would.
I got high as a kite and spoke to quite a few people that mostly didnt't seem to like me I noticed but it is really the least of my problem. I wasn't really suppose to go out. it was mostly a coincidence. A supermarket one.
Coming back home I looked up for a new TV show in order to kill some more time and I came across "flight of the conchords". i then remembered it has been a silly-funny song I had made been watch on Youtube but I soon realized it was a lot more than that, that it was a whole show. I had quite a blast watching the first episode. Now I'm heading for the second one. It's 4.45AM and good night you assholes!!!
Now it's almost 4AM and I'm tired to death but I shall collapse like the piece of stone I was talking about a while ago. This time though not the heartless stone type. More like the energyless one indeed. I'm fuckin' energyless. Most of the time I'm just enrgyless, how funny is that!
Well, I'm gonna make a veeryveery fast-forward of today's day.
First thing to know: I went to sleep this morning at 7AM after hanging out in the living room for a few hours. Am. and Lau. were there. The first one also writing her new blog after I inspired her to do so. The other one typing his text message from his shitty cellphone on his new very first second hand laptop...
I was just there hanging, and reading her blog on my dying batteries piece-of-chinese-shit laptop, and using this Iphone app that can just recognize the music it listen to and then putting on my Facebook a link with the second hand or even third hand worthless Black eye peas Lau. had just put on to listen to.
That made me wake up at 2.30PM and do nothing much 'til much later.
Two days earlier I had come back to the gym after a 2 month without-going period and yes it was amaaaazing to come baCK on the traCK! This evening it was time to head back lifting weight already. 48 hours break, perfect timing! 60 days was, may I mention to myself, a bit too long!
By 9PM I was back home and after taking a so-deserved shower Lau' left for his own gym, which iiiiisn't the same I'm going to and Ja' shown up 15 min later. I Cooked a pasta's pizza with Am's Pastas and after looking mesmerized Ja' and Am' drinking a couple of 1L packs of cheap wine and smoking a dozen of cigarettes talking about this and that and sex and transexuals and Gays and Lesbians and this and that I waited for them to smoke a last cigarette and drink a last glass of wine but yes I waited and could not wait no more.
I forgot to mention I had met Al', a lovely Romanian female friend at the supermarket. She goes: There's Jess playing tonite at the Milan's, come!
I was waiting for the girls to go but hum, hard stuff! So I went first. Pretty boring music indeed. A while later Lau, Ja and Am finally get there and we stayed in and OUT to smoke and chitchat without having to cope with loud music.
I spoke briefly to some chicks but didn't really like any of them. From the very beginning I actually felt bored, so fuckin' bored and sleepy without any will to talk. then Mel' made me smoke on her joint and things started then to get easier and to go smoother. I didn't know Mel' before, I had just heard from her in my very house. She was not like I expected she would be. She had a totally condescending Parisian face and that really came by total surprise. She was nice though. Just had the Parisian look, not the attitude. BTW I still prefer the Parisian attitude than the one from Marseille, you'll know why later.
Higher I got and easier were the chitchat until I spoke to this Cuban-Ecuadorian cute chica with Afro-Amerindian blood. And you know how much i like mixed girls!! She'll be soon my most recent friend on facebook is she just bothers accepting my friend request but if she doesn't, not a big deal, really:
My girlfriend cures me of all these useless troubles. If I had to be with someone else this "someone else" would have to be up to her league. She's a small girl but... an amazing one and that's right, losing her doesn't seem to me a very good idea unlike a few people like to think. There are a few girls out there I guess that are probably up to her league but do and would they like me or the thing I look like right now?! I doubt it. I have to change. Develop my potential. Become and appear like this smart interesting creative dude hiding beneath my sleepy-lazy-sad-frustrated mind-set. P' is fantastic and even if I hardly believe that she loves me one pretty sure thing is that she probably likes me and technically we are kinda together still. Only briefly kissing the rarely times we see each-other and... nothing more no... Does it really bothers me? Not so much yet but soon it would.
I got high as a kite and spoke to quite a few people that mostly didnt't seem to like me I noticed but it is really the least of my problem. I wasn't really suppose to go out. it was mostly a coincidence. A supermarket one.
Coming back home I looked up for a new TV show in order to kill some more time and I came across "flight of the conchords". i then remembered it has been a silly-funny song I had made been watch on Youtube but I soon realized it was a lot more than that, that it was a whole show. I had quite a blast watching the first episode. Now I'm heading for the second one. It's 4.45AM and good night you assholes!!!
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Day -9... The compliquicatiquication of love and other weird stuff of normal life...
It's almost 2am and it's now that I write this f..ing blog? Well, looks like it!
I'm not gonna write much, do you mind?! Better for your guys' eyes anyway:
Reading is tiring, don't do that!!! Especially a computer's monitor. Unless you are trying to sleep, then yeh, cool, read my blog! If I can give you a hand for something at least: I'm glad!
I'm planning to go to Canada and the States in a couple of weeks and for a couple of weeks. Don't ask me why. Just because..
I don't have my ticket yet but that's fine, I will.
Today I was checking a bunch of websites to start making my route. I'll do something like Montreal-Boston-NY-philadelphia-Baltimore-Washington-Niagara Falls-Toronto-Montreal. So that would be 8 stopovers in two weeks only, holly shit!
well, we'll see, maybe I'll short the list a little getting rid of Boston and Baltimore, hum hum..
P.,My girlfriend, is from Toronto and I would have loved to get to visit her neighborhood or even better her childhood's house, her family and friends but that's not gonna happen. I don't even know her friends here in Barcelona and apart from M., her best friend, the only two that I know are my future-ex-roommates, the two people that I really don't wanna know anything about!
Today a girl also visited my room that I will rent for the month of March and maybe longer. Li. is from Colombia and she's really buena onda so I hope she moves in to exchange the good old bad vibe for a much better one. Sometimes Mexicans are just better than Colombians but sometime some limited Mexican-Libanese can't fight against faith and Colombian girl's power.
Sometimes, a specific Canadian-indian is making circling my head like at the circus and i'm looking at the show like an Idiot but i can't catch her. The same Canadian-Indian that has spent her nights in my bed for over a month (totally unusual for me) until two weeks ago, and now she's nearly out of my life.
Today I sent her a bunch of messages with my Iphone on WhatsApp and she just responded me right at the end after I asked her to just tell me yes or just tell me no.
she just said: J'te aime. Isn't that cute?! Moi aussi je t'aime, I answered and fuck I do. Life's weird. I'm weird. I wish I weren't that much though. But i am... getting normal... somehow. I just have to be careful about not becoming a love addict from the sex addict I use to be for so lonnng. this affection's need is turning me crazy. Can't i just be a piece of stone with a brain and no more feelings or sexual needs whatsoever?
Why do I always have to be so fucking extreme? Why do I always have to hurt myself so bad? To make myself miserable apparently by purpose, without even me really knowing it's by purpose?! Am I just a fucking masochist for god sake? Am I doomed or something or am making myself doomed? Condemned to eternal in-satisfaction and unhappiness because I always need to make things complicated and to love complicated people?!
Muaks!!! I love you P.
I'm not gonna write much, do you mind?! Better for your guys' eyes anyway:
Reading is tiring, don't do that!!! Especially a computer's monitor. Unless you are trying to sleep, then yeh, cool, read my blog! If I can give you a hand for something at least: I'm glad!
I'm planning to go to Canada and the States in a couple of weeks and for a couple of weeks. Don't ask me why. Just because..
I don't have my ticket yet but that's fine, I will.
Today I was checking a bunch of websites to start making my route. I'll do something like Montreal-Boston-NY-philadelphia-Baltimore-Washington-Niagara Falls-Toronto-Montreal. So that would be 8 stopovers in two weeks only, holly shit!
well, we'll see, maybe I'll short the list a little getting rid of Boston and Baltimore, hum hum..
P.,My girlfriend, is from Toronto and I would have loved to get to visit her neighborhood or even better her childhood's house, her family and friends but that's not gonna happen. I don't even know her friends here in Barcelona and apart from M., her best friend, the only two that I know are my future-ex-roommates, the two people that I really don't wanna know anything about!
Today a girl also visited my room that I will rent for the month of March and maybe longer. Li. is from Colombia and she's really buena onda so I hope she moves in to exchange the good old bad vibe for a much better one. Sometimes Mexicans are just better than Colombians but sometime some limited Mexican-Libanese can't fight against faith and Colombian girl's power.
Sometimes, a specific Canadian-indian is making circling my head like at the circus and i'm looking at the show like an Idiot but i can't catch her. The same Canadian-Indian that has spent her nights in my bed for over a month (totally unusual for me) until two weeks ago, and now she's nearly out of my life.
Today I sent her a bunch of messages with my Iphone on WhatsApp and she just responded me right at the end after I asked her to just tell me yes or just tell me no.
she just said: J'te aime. Isn't that cute?! Moi aussi je t'aime, I answered and fuck I do. Life's weird. I'm weird. I wish I weren't that much though. But i am... getting normal... somehow. I just have to be careful about not becoming a love addict from the sex addict I use to be for so lonnng. this affection's need is turning me crazy. Can't i just be a piece of stone with a brain and no more feelings or sexual needs whatsoever?
Why do I always have to be so fucking extreme? Why do I always have to hurt myself so bad? To make myself miserable apparently by purpose, without even me really knowing it's by purpose?! Am I just a fucking masochist for god sake? Am I doomed or something or am making myself doomed? Condemned to eternal in-satisfaction and unhappiness because I always need to make things complicated and to love complicated people?!
Muaks!!! I love you P.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Day -10... Cuntdown is up and the blog LE30N is on!!! This' gonna be furious!!!
In 10 days I will turn 30! In 10 days I will be 30!! Great shit, in'it?!
Anyway, I'm here on my two feet to get ready, in 10 days, to make a drastic CHANGE in my LIFE?! Euhhhhh?! what was that? No se, no speak english... Com'on! Ok, right:
So how's that gonna happen exactly: Dunno yet dude! I still have 10 days, hummm, Now 9 days to figure it out...
Time flies like a mozafucka (movafucka also works...)!!!
So I'd better hurry, don't you think Bob? Bill? Jack? Pitt? Bart? Spongebob? Mary? Diana? Patri-fucking-cia or whoever the fuck you are!!! Robert? Rodrigo? Xu Yan? Pokachu?
Most names are lame anyway... Most names are just the product of a lame mommy and daddy with no imagination whatsoever. We are what we are called! Get a unique name for your kid and they'll be unique, plain and simple!
Its 1.30 AM and tomorrow we TALK MORE peopol (Hard to right wiz a gud french accente but i do wat i can)...
Peace and love bros and sis and long life to you and me ,Leon
Anyway, I'm here on my two feet to get ready, in 10 days, to make a drastic CHANGE in my LIFE?! Euhhhhh?! what was that? No se, no speak english... Com'on! Ok, right:
So how's that gonna happen exactly: Dunno yet dude! I still have 10 days, hummm, Now 9 days to figure it out...
Time flies like a mozafucka (movafucka also works...)!!!
So I'd better hurry, don't you think Bob? Bill? Jack? Pitt? Bart? Spongebob? Mary? Diana? Patri-fucking-cia or whoever the fuck you are!!! Robert? Rodrigo? Xu Yan? Pokachu?
Most names are lame anyway... Most names are just the product of a lame mommy and daddy with no imagination whatsoever. We are what we are called! Get a unique name for your kid and they'll be unique, plain and simple!
Its 1.30 AM and tomorrow we TALK MORE peopol (Hard to right wiz a gud french accente but i do wat i can)...
Peace and love bros and sis and long life to you and me ,Leon
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