Dance In The Rainwith Butler Painting

Tonight: The party










It hurts you to know my future, those who read the blog and are me. But tonight I experienced again (for many years that did not happen) that night of violence.

with people I'm generally very peaceful with fun holiday that is so essential. And tonight, in general, did too.

But you can not avoid situations that put you in danger, as something that if you drive a car you can take responsibility for your state, but not others.

And tonight it happened. A friend said something to a girl (hello?) And the guy who was with her he faced. Did very well in away, but I like an idiot I said that night is to enjoy and have fun. He told me to bring my friend there, it solved in the bathroom (hitting 5-on-one, one assumes) and I insisted we did not want problems.

The dialectic has no calves effect, and shook me two strokes that left me a nosebleed.

So I left the room, and I got back doormen in to let me clean and explain what happened. They said they would solve the rest.

did not want to aggravate further. I am peaceful by nature, to the degree of meekness, and walked away with my friend.

is clear that the influence of drugs does not make you violent. But as far as I know, cocaine is a good lubricant for this. I flowed I

idiot trying to talk to those who were not capable. You're not. Do not. Always elúdeles.

Later, I learned that the culprit my hands are stained with my blood was part of the English Army Corps ...

But I'm not scared. The night was great except for this. They do not deserve my fear.

always remain a Giraluna.

Are There Other Games Like Poptropica

My father put this song recently, but it's one of those letters can not forget. It brings back images of solidarity.

Today marks the day of the mother, the father of the planet ... I hate those days because it should always be well and not last only 24 hours. On the track would be a day of humanity.

I try every day is a party, one way or another. Smile, which as someone says I love you, it's free. And making people laugh and that peel off corners of the mouth toward your ears.

Unfortunately, every time the evening ends, everything becomes to dislodge. Hugs and laughter seem far only an echo.

But those moments back. Are there. Have happened. Always back the laughter and knowing glances, those with which you say and say what words can not.

I'm so indie as I hang Tahures handed version, instead of Serrat.