rain, come shine.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Great Lacrosse Slogans
of Release " Gaslight
No, I'm new clothes, no job (I just keep the one I have) or boyfriend (same desire to work). Release post today. And that's not going to talk about anything new, nor to revolutionize the blog or anything like that. What happens is that I am writing from the computer as usual. That actually is not a novelty, because once wrote from New York, with a keyboard that was not eñes, and again I wrote a post cortito at work.
But it is the first time I write with a computer on his knees, sitting up in bed, warm and Salsa at my feet, looking and listening carefully to the noises on the keyboard. It is also the first time I write in openoffice, and the first time I do on a computer with Linux.
Not that this is very interesting (although I look like much sauce as she heard the rattle of keys and watches me closely), but for me it is a world of possibilities, well then do not take it, but now seem to me the sea of \u200b\u200bpromising.
Because sometimes, in those endless minutes on the subway, those minutes to rob me at gunpoint the Community of Madrid, lying as miscreants selling ours is the meter that everyone wants to be when it is slow and inefficient one meter in most lines, I can think of many things to tell, I always think I'll remember later, or even about to, but they are diluted in long hours at night tired, in the emotional tasks, in the temptations of multimedia hard drive , and finally stay there, in a piece of paper in a corner of the "20 minutes" on the back of a ticket, or a Moleskine. I'm not too willful, so once the first impulse, which looks like I will write a post in five minutes, the ideas are gathering dust, wrinkling in your bag or in a hollow waste of my brain.
Now I have the intention not to let out ideas, to have funny things, and not under any circumstances allow you to pass the ranting, because the English are very horny, and then quickly forget. No sir. Many rebounds, ranting, mosqueo, balloons, emputes (language canary), or anger deserve to be reported. Like the day that Monica lost his temper with a reviewer RENFE is that he thinks is his farm Atocha (but that story is so good that I think deserve a post), or as the day I pissed heineken in Room because I had 50 minutes waiting to catch the coat wardrobe and stuffed them a complaint form, or those times when I do not do more than blow grumpy while reading the meter is dying from station to station and the clock is ticking towards the hour when the bus leaves me and I have to pay 10 euros for taxi because the lords of Metro de Madrid does not give them too embarrassed to say that the next train will arrive in 7 minutes during rush hour at 08:00 am.
And thanks to this toy that I've scrounged.
A toy that weighs just a kilo and bail me out if my old desktop PC decides one day to give me an upset, and, incidentally, I will help you Goiete not leave me with a " I told you so "on plan mother.
When I was little, a very few times premiered year: perhaps the Epiphany, the day after your birthday, and on Palm Sunday. All Palm Sunday my mother gave me something to release, nothing too flashy, used to be a pants or socks that she knitted perlé to five needles, a technique that never got to learn. Now those ojios to be achin and stay small when you smile, give more trouble than joy, and has trouble sitting knitting.
So ever since Palm Sunday premiere, even though my mother always warned me: "Domingo de Ramos, who did not debut has no hands." Like the saying has a point, though, more than not having hands, is that I am extravagant, and release more than it should be throughout the year.
Now, in addition to this toy, and without having to pay anything, I get a brand new year, and as with the toy, I have high expectations for him. We'll see if I get this toy as good as my old desktop, and if this year that comes to me free, let me continue premiering things. At least one H & M panties next Palm Sunday, though not of pearls and bows with roses on both sides. 
No, I'm new clothes, no job (I just keep the one I have) or boyfriend (same desire to work). Release post today. And that's not going to talk about anything new, nor to revolutionize the blog or anything like that. What happens is that I am writing from the computer as usual. That actually is not a novelty, because once wrote from New York, with a keyboard that was not eñes, and again I wrote a post cortito at work.
But it is the first time I write with a computer on his knees, sitting up in bed, warm and Salsa at my feet, looking and listening carefully to the noises on the keyboard. It is also the first time I write in openoffice, and the first time I do on a computer with Linux.
Not that this is very interesting (although I look like much sauce as she heard the rattle of keys and watches me closely), but for me it is a world of possibilities, well then do not take it, but now seem to me the sea of \u200b\u200bpromising.
Because sometimes, in those endless minutes on the subway, those minutes to rob me at gunpoint the Community of Madrid, lying as miscreants selling ours is the meter that everyone wants to be when it is slow and inefficient one meter in most lines, I can think of many things to tell, I always think I'll remember later, or even about to, but they are diluted in long hours at night tired, in the emotional tasks, in the temptations of multimedia hard drive , and finally stay there, in a piece of paper in a corner of the "20 minutes" on the back of a ticket, or a Moleskine. I'm not too willful, so once the first impulse, which looks like I will write a post in five minutes, the ideas are gathering dust, wrinkling in your bag or in a hollow waste of my brain.
Now I have the intention not to let out ideas, to have funny things, and not under any circumstances allow you to pass the ranting, because the English are very horny, and then quickly forget. No sir. Many rebounds, ranting, mosqueo, balloons, emputes (language canary), or anger deserve to be reported. Like the day that Monica lost his temper with a reviewer RENFE is that he thinks is his farm Atocha (but that story is so good that I think deserve a post), or as the day I pissed heineken in Room because I had 50 minutes waiting to catch the coat wardrobe and stuffed them a complaint form, or those times when I do not do more than blow grumpy while reading the meter is dying from station to station and the clock is ticking towards the hour when the bus leaves me and I have to pay 10 euros for taxi because the lords of Metro de Madrid does not give them too embarrassed to say that the next train will arrive in 7 minutes during rush hour at 08:00 am.
And thanks to this toy that I've scrounged.
A toy that weighs just a kilo and bail me out if my old desktop PC decides one day to give me an upset, and, incidentally, I will help you Goiete not leave me with a " I told you so "on plan mother.
When I was little, a very few times premiered year: perhaps the Epiphany, the day after your birthday, and on Palm Sunday. All Palm Sunday my mother gave me something to release, nothing too flashy, used to be a pants or socks that she knitted perlé to five needles, a technique that never got to learn. Now those ojios to be achin and stay small when you smile, give more trouble than joy, and has trouble sitting knitting.
So ever since Palm Sunday premiere, even though my mother always warned me: "Domingo de Ramos, who did not debut has no hands." Like the saying has a point, though, more than not having hands, is that I am extravagant, and release more than it should be throughout the year.
Now, in addition to this toy, and without having to pay anything, I get a brand new year, and as with the toy, I have high expectations for him. We'll see if I get this toy as good as my old desktop, and if this year that comes to me free, let me continue premiering things. At least one H & M panties next Palm Sunday, though not of pearls and bows with roses on both sides.
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