That happy birthday and my grandmother on a bicycle. I remember as a kid, when it's the birthday I just could not wait comparable to the one I have whenever I go to brand new pose in the dame that hit you, I hated that I sing the bombastic estribillito. The same apparently is older than the praise praise, but it was not until Doña Marilyn arrechamente singing it to JFK that was installed around the 365-day anniversary.
I do not know, knowing as I know, hallucinating that some mariachis singing of Las Mañanitas and that the Mexican Hat Dance heels had me more excited. But either way, I had no other to be welcomed by inertia and watch the candle (with its true worth roche for good measure) and wait for the family to realize their dream of stardom thwarted a church choir. The curious thing about the picture is that I do not understand why the ritual is never ending. For complete Anglo-Saxon version processional rhythm, do not miss the clown (I love to do) that leads into the Latin version with the classic "paranparanpanpán" and dale, to follow torturing the rhythm of the clapping. And how about the want departing cake, shameless apology papalindo free riding thanks to the years is disappearing.
then, that the merit of today do not make me a low grace to remember the day I was evicted from the belly of my mother (so comfortable and warm that it was) not only brings wrinkles, myopia and alopecia, but also leave room for happy Birthay trauma.
is why this blog now serving his second year old, I celebrate my way (since on the other hand, do not know why, that's all I'm excited to celebrate)
Two
years, who would have thought. When the August 11, 2008 I published my first two post, I thought that the charm would disappear one month at most. But here I am. True, I do not read even one percent of visitors who have blogs phenomenon in this country (say the world would be a free invitation to laugh) but that only a couple of people tell me from time to time " I laughed a lot with what you wrote, "with due apologies for the sin of freaked out, I'm excited. Because you do not write (unless you pay) to look for me to read half the planet, or for you to admire. One writes for pleasure merit, but if we add the cherry on that people (well, some people) like, damn, so much the better.
So I want to thank Total (Cerati awake!) to tutilimundi that little work has been taken having spent some time here. To those who comment, those who do not but I read (which amazingly, there are several) to the brave forty-five I "follow" (which let us have things, most are the least likely to do) in order everyone. It is not that without you this blog would be nothing and bla bla bla, that is fluorine, the reality is that anyone who ever read a single post is part of, and I feel great.
Changes? For the classic design. I started with a blank screen and a single cherry as bottom of a black title larger than the head of El Comercio. The first year we changed to a cherry red that most fucking itself and now I am amazed at the amount of outfits that gives you blogger. Because as I said in my first post, there's something in these doodles technology that make me crazy. And that I'm pretty calichín, because I only enter msn, Fb, (hi5 is retired), twitter, and formspring, the latter newly estrenadito and that although no one asked me anything, refurinfunflai step to answer the I asked the same page (fucking understand me, I'm on vacation)
As anniversary gift I'll give you the freedom to recommend other blogs that I love and I really enjoy when I visit. (I have orgasms bloggerísticos)
Nofeo Elmo. No blogger that makes me laugh more than him. If we could all complain about the putadas of life and portray the good times as he does, we would live more than relaxed.
Daphne. Because no woman in this city that is more beautifully her crazy. I do not know they have their pictures that amuse me. Do not know what.
JR. Well not know what will become of him, it's been a while since I wrote but I always enjoyed it. Anyway here is what once was and soon I am sure will continue.
Cuchi. It brings them. Theirs are not written in any order. Are statements about others that contain a point of view rather than particular. What is called having style.
The Zafer. Because I always leave with something that makes me laugh. Simple.
Belami. Not only because I have the luck to have him among my friends. There are no photos that inspire me more respect.
antituberculosis . New acquisition blogger world. Each face we meet every day may have something to teach us. And finding out may be magnificent.
The misplaced. Well it do not know much, I just discovered and loved it. I hope not mistaken.
And you have to blow out the candle and I have to ask my desire. In the absence of problems in a year (or less) I will graduate in journalism, and I do not know if I will live to write, (because I do not know if writing as I write you can have the impudence to charge) but I would oh miracle candle (who is supposed calls for the birthday wish?) always have this corner to take off the nail, to hesitate, to put things as usual without much sense to put as always, I leave the eggs. My cherry on the cake.
PS: They all do cherry and me that I own nothing? Oh no! Here are my new toys: Twitter: http://twitter.com/ginnoceronte
Formspring: http://www.formspring.me/ginnoceronte
to not let me take it for cock ... I'm going to myspace!
(which are lamula.pe grip ... that I'm thinking;))
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