call me .. call me ...
is Saturday, I'm lying in my old bed, with TV rather short and the house in silence ...
This boring ... waiting for a call, either, always the possibility that, that do not receive it so that I have to fart over the phone ... On the other hand, being single now, I think about what happened last night at my call, exit to the mall, that I still do not know why, I hate shopping, blah blah, and I end up buying a shirt that I will not ever use, the mirrors of the shops are deceptive, it looked beyond that I looked good, and at home At dawn when I put it back, I did see seems to be two sizes bigger than me, and do not understand how you might not notice it at the store, silver shot to fart, and was ... and dps of that purchase-boluda, the discussion to witness, I supposedly had the least experience there, was trying to analyze and trying to work things out, work things who do not want the ruling, but the end (in this falls the classification, relationships, conflict-complicated-nadabienvistassocialmente-secret) I felt a shit ... and dps the dinner we had with more discussion that made me think at times I wanted to make me feel uncomfortable, and I fail, made me feel that I can fly quite well .. apart from other things ..
bye bye .. I received my call ..
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