I hit my fans. First, because most of them are my messenger contacts , second because the clueless that sabedioscomollegaron leave anonymous comments and feed the paranoia of my sense of persecution, and third, because as this blog has been reviewed in the emeequis and TV Azteca and believe that my gordocentrismo is enough to quote me and not respond to comments.
Wave is that took more than a month trying to get over the raw end of the master and my crisis of the 30 . Besides that multiplied the meetings that now I can attend, and they usually left over beers and karaoke-jam session times. It is for this reason that I have not written anything pa'l my blog crashed. And I sure wonder what's that? What do you have to do the fans? pus anything lol, just trying to justify my absence.
bad thing about my fans is that if you see me on the street or at some social event not ask me for an autograph let alone that I take a picture with them pa rise to the jaicinco , maizpeis or feisbuc.
Some regular readers have reached levels of fanaticism comparable to the little girls screaming coming out on TV in its 30 seconds of fame, check:
I hit my fans because the only thing I recognize is the gordocentrismo , but forget the almost-zen philosophy, my contributions to urban and last but not least, have not tasted the delicious horchata-cafe .
For all the above and before this blog becomes a tlahuaquense version of "stop suffering", I've left a small box or Cbox pa Chati in the right sidebar so that they can make their criticisms and bringing his own mind .
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That record also have been a fan of this blog for so long! Stumbleupon put it up ... Chial ... I'll be getting a fan-screaming kid chocoso-type fan-the-face-of-the-frog-jair-de-la-academia ?!?!?!?! ouch! I hope not!