Patricio made to remember this feeling of discomfort. Unemployment always bad, is a recurrent phrase in times like these. At first I was on the verge of collapse, collapsed at year end well and went to hell. Secondly, I spent almost a month thanks to the blessed stop crying that seems to lower the defenses together, so one, leaving us vulnerable to all attacks that obviously received. And now that they have been a couple of days, I smell the desperation of being static, because at this point I have not even wanted to join because we're tired, disillusioned, disappointed and all that together. We want the vacation day will come soon, but seems to extend, and days away and the beach, the sound of the sea, the wind blowing the window all night, drizzle in the face from the balcony, while smoke , or laughing while we play cards, bloody unforgettable skills, they leave and not come ... What strange sensations. If not join other comment in this way, give a bad result in my psychology coolly kept, despite the challenges of Jen, trying to take the right path. After all, "the weight of happiness weighs on my shoulders" and ma shit, because I got a sack of potatoes on my back and began to walk on a rainy day in the florida avenue flooded as every year ... would be nice buns, my grandmother is still somewhat ill and feebleminded to cook. But I promised sopaipillas past, as well as we like, with orange and everything else. To pass face the fall with winter to pass and pass unemployment fears.
35 hours the chances to Yita (for jen)
I called at eleven o'clock Saturday night a chance to talk and how life seemed to take us. I'd say, with conviction, it was not random, it was the pure manifestation of destiny. I insisted that it was random, the fight over the phone, the term and the subsequent meeting in a room that could be anyone, at any time. Did he decide to enter your life again? Question of chance? No idea, but was happy. So we ended up finding again a night as any or none, when we wanted to go for a drink there, but it was too cold. And to frighten him, prefer to chat, catch up, jump on the minds and spread a little faith, it always appears as scarce these days, where we are surrounded by lost causes. (Here's where you come to tell me you're not a basket case, we do not really know what to do because you're scared and ask me what to do with life and concluded that the best, for now, is to meet tomorrow and drink coffee or tea, not to tempt tachycardia again and maybe fix a couple of jobs and fix the life from the balcony of your apartment).
was so good to meet again this Saturday night, when there is so much to do, but best left for tomorrow, when you leave a little sunshine, when I feel like fetching orange patio, drinking wine and in the first autumn university we sang in the car and died of grief but we laugh at ourselves, and innocent by shattered. They were good these days, when you gave me the plant, when smoked with lack of control, when we told stories of terror on the beach. Good was the appearance of your landline (which, incidentally, I do not know when to put you, because I'm out of minutes on the phone so much that I'm calling to know about your life, or to send threatening messages like "do not" because I guess in the distance). Convinced me to go see Mary. (You'll probably ask you to accompany me to see if you spread the desire that someone other than myself, I read the future). Things have gotten so good this Saturday night, when we could be doing anything different, rather than talk and meet again. But no. Random things I repeat not.
