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college.
I know what many might reproach to hear or read that statement but I do not want to correct. Do not miss it. I miss me when I was in college.

That feeling that whatever he did, no matter, he did not, everything was so small. I knew I could be wrong as often as you want and have time to correct, I always thought that when I was sad I could spend hours in the library crying, smelling the scent, between books and when night came, I would argue exhausting work at home no I ask for red eyes feet would think that would be both read and nobody would say anything.

I would lock myself in my room, they'd dry my tears would burn a CD especially for those days and I would dance.

And all would end then. The school the next day, carousing in cars in the parking lot of school meals without that mal-paso me just eating all bran bars and a half-liter water.

Cigars on and off at the same time.

And now it seems that one sentence matter and implodes in everything I do in my work, my life. One

absence seems I've been ignoring the impact as twenty years.

And yes, strange ... I miss that I used to think it was more me and less what everyone expected it to be.

Or perhaps the reverse.

The thing is that I can not find the difference.

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Guess who walks in visitaaa? I say visit because ent this blog and neither should be mine, I have looooong time no post and it SEDIGAS or without reading my favorite blogs.

let them tell you that my life is stressful, and I have no time for jotear here: I get up 5 am , bathe under me and I go to school, he entered at 6 am . I make bread for the restaurant of the school and ended up there of 10, there at 12 I can roam the school, get some sleep or read (now choose to sleep, discovered that there is a chair in the biblio this lampshade), at 12 I leave school and enter into my work, which fortunately is front of the school, there am fuck all day, that if the desserts, if the cakes, that if my child line and some cold shit, if the other girl is hopeless, that if my practitioners have not reached that if nomas came a ... and well until 8 o'clock, when I Fugo running to climb up the car and go for my Combines the Roma (who lives in Mexico City will know how that if not go out so early I can not make the trip san angel - Rome in less than an hour).

We're happy with the house, threw the laundry, cook food for the next DAY , we play with our daughter (we have a daughter kitten!) and see the Aparicio, all to sleep at 11:15 or so and the next day to start again. The same work for the good news is that I can stand more tardesín . Life is cruel, my mother would say putative.

And these multiple reasons and had not wandered into the blogosphere . But now that I won the chair of the biblio , I used to come to dust off this blog and tell them the jotitas stories are also happy (I say this for the last post). See us my Combines and me. We have now almost four years together, we're more in love uqe ever, with many plans, with a daughter who is beautiful and bad as hell, premiering depa, and already committed .

For some time I was afraid of all urban legends lench that at 4 years is just love and better mothers, and feared the worst for Combines and for me, but it turns out that our 4 th year together will be the best, if everything fits, we travel a lot, grow as partner and continue to build this project of life that we set every day. Do not know what a blessing and joy is waking up every day and I evil because I have q lift and turn and watch her sleep, I'm so happy to see me encourages me to continue my day.

What lies ahead? Only God knows, but I'm sure that come what may continue together. I think I woke up today and love cheesy, so I'll spread the love in other directions and take my trinkets and go to work.

Greetings to all and try to give me a few minutes to come to read what's new with everyone.

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But I think that blogs are already disappearing. People have become very loose and that most of you already has that "capability" (because I refuse to call him "Don") to synthesize what you get in 140 characters. What horror.

I've never been one of the women who can say just one idea. I poured my heart. So I take refuge here, but have a thousand entries that will remain as a draft forgotten, not only for me, also by poachers readers to spend some days around here. But what causes me to write here is true peace I can not describe.

Like right now, I'm so overwhelmed by work. I refuse to think that for thirty people who do their job well, have to suffer all others with a bad reputation in society.

But come and feel the keys on my fingers and I forget. I think I have the strength (or perhaps I will) to write a book t0das compete in the events we've spent at least some people will laugh a lot.

I think so.

not ask me but I think it would be loved to gossip twitter because I never felt alone because she was aware of little things together and that gave rise to lose an hour of my work submerged in link after link after link.

But here, I feel safe, as if in a strawberry field forever.
Yes, just like that. Brand

I love books, and write entries whenever I have that feeling.
I know, I'm crazy. Twitter
But I do not like as much as before ...