Hola hola!
bueno despues de un bello fin de semana y un espantoso regreso de viaje puedo decir lo siguiente:
estar en lios existenciales amorosos es una verdadera mierda pero si se presenta la oportunidad de salir de viaje y olvidarse de todo es imperdonable q se deje ir...
Como yo este fin de semana.. fui a Leon a q? pues a distraerme, comprar zapatos y bolsas si señor!...y que mejor que haberme topado con mi mejor amigo Ruval!! beber, pasear, comer y todo eso q te deja solo buenas experiencias!
Cabe mencionar el hecho de que en Leon hay hombres bastante guapos!... caray !
También pude visitar Guanajuato ye s verdasderamente hermoso, estoy locamente enamorada de esa ciudad!
y bueno despues de hacer esa breve mención resulta que regrese de mi viaje y ni un maldito mensaje de "el susodicho"... y es por ellos que empiezo a regresar a aquella etapa que creia haber suparado ...: malditos hombres! todos son iguales!
Y de verdad que si!! pero bueno si un tal Pablo...alto, pelo cortito, guapo, amigo de los Padrinos lee esto solo queda decir q me gusto y q venga a visitarme al df! jajaja
ahh y chequen esta rola bastante adecuada a mi situacion... la dedico a ese hombre maldito que me hace sufrir... como diría Ruval : ese maldito bastardo!
jajajaa
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Call the ghost in your underwear.
Call the ghost in your underwear who?
Call the ghost in your underwear "boo".
It's fine, all right, you can stay the night,
but please be gone by next morning's light.
Oh, please don't pout.
Don't cause a scene.
Oh, babygirl, don't be mad at me.
Oh, boo, what can I do?
It's not me, yeah, it's you.
You've been hittin' the heartbrakes hard.
It ain't no use, cos we're still gonna crash,
cos you're still keeping after me.
It's flattering, but really!
Abracadabra!
Every summer you disappear.
Cos it's so sticky in the Dirty South.
It's hot as balls.
Hey now, watch your mouth!
I must repeat: I think you're sweet.
But ain't no way that I'm gonna meet
your mother, your father,
your dog or your brother,
your nephew and niece, girl,
I just can't be bothered.
Hit the heartbrakes.
Hit the heartbrakes.
Hit the heartbrakes.
Hit the heartbrakes, baby,
you're driving crazy.
the black kids. hit the heartbreakes
saludos mimmie!
ahi te va otra... que puede que en dos que tres partes ilustre una situacion similar juajauajua:
ResponderEliminar"Midnight Coward"
Sweetness, sweetness never suits me, when I get up to take you home
Maybe it's love, love at first slightly drunk
Now I'm walking with the sun in my mouth
Worry, worry is a well, going to let it fall tonight, from where we stand
What can't be decided
In the morning it will bring itself to you
I can see what's coming, but I'm not saying it
Sickness, weakness at the thought, of how you're going to play
How long should I stay?
Promises, promises never cease to assist it, now I'm back on my back
Please bite your words
Hurry, hurry to believe, I can always trust, as much as you deceive
What can't be decided
In the morning it will bring itself to you
I can see what's coming, but I'm not saying it
What's your middle name? How do you play the game?
I'll be the first to leave
When did I grow up? I don't want to say too much
I'll be the first to leave
What can't be decided
In the morning it will bring itself to you
What can't be decided
Can fool you into thinking maybe you can choose
I can see what's coming
But I'm not saying it
es de Stars!!!