"It takes a lifetime to become young." Picasso (?).
Today is October 5, 2010. I returned from the future to publish something on September 24, because - strangely enough - I forgot to give me clubs that day. Nothing but a picture is arranged makeshift 3 October and a time machine called the blog.
I met 27 years. You, the "little kids" will wonder what on earth is held so close to the 30, age of maiden aunts of his people. As well, there it is: I feel better, look better and even better than I do stupid things 10 years ago, although as yet I continue to ask for official identification in some "entertainment centers" for adults. Celebrate another year with my beloved Chucho, and the emergence of a new fragrance to set the new sweet-scented memories. And citrus. We must conclude that my parents are still alive, and far from being senile, do not stop fuck. Welcome to my circle of friends has been reduced to people absolutely fucking great, bright and talented, which means that if not all together in a peda is because we do not tolerate drunk and I'm very roe limpiar después. Pero los quiero. Y a este punto, mis enemigos se han reducido a polvo.
Ah, otra cosa. Mi propósito de año nuevo era tener propósitos, y...¡Ya los tengo!
1. Seguir trabajando, aunque me tome otros 20 años, para ser todo lo que aquella niñita de 8 años quería ser de grande. Barbie, Rambo, Greg Louganis y Frida Kahlo juntos. OK, tal vez cambie algunas cosas.
2. Aunque el trabajo de mi novio es peor que comer bebés, evitaré que se convierta en un obstáculo para profesar mi amor a todas horas y darle vida cada vez más. ¿Sabes qué, cabrón? Te amo aunque seas vengador nocturno y bebas sangre de niños. (Bueno, también try to understand well their occupation).
3. Compose a song. Complete. And that does not begin with "amooor cocoon."
4. Let go of those little resentments and minor trauma. As we all (as) those (as) fucking (as) child (ren) of the ... I mean, yes, let them go.
5. Be graduated, but do tell me Master.
6. Making identification tendency to ask me last 3 years and kicking the next kid to tell me "ma'am."
Congratulations, Monty! Cheers
