Monday, March 23, 2009

Playing External Speakers Through Lcd Diagram

15

If there is a story that takes the prize as ridiculous and pathetic my life is certainly my party of 15.
For starters, I did not want any kind of celebration. My only aim was an electric guitar (and I got a electro), but my mother insisted en organizar al menos una reunión chiquita para familiares y amigos más íntimos.
Como toda madre loca, soñaba con ver a su hijita mayor entrando a su fiesta envuelta en una maraña de tules y volados blancos, de fondo sonando "I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing" de Aerosmith o el tema de La Bella y la Bestia, bailando el vals un montón de parientes emocionados, y encabezando "el trencito" en el carnaval carioca con un sombrero colorinche y maracas en ambas manos. Sabiendo que la sola idea de ponerme un vestido blanco me descomponía, me propuso alquilar el bar de un compañero de trabajo y hacer todo informal. Yo accedí, como una pobre ilusa, bajo la condición de que sonara únicamente la música que a mi se me wanted.
Not only was that the bar was a dive awful (I know the insurance platenses: BOBI's) but the makeshift DJ useless and wanted to spend cumbia all night, ignoring the list he prepared. Throughout the night they heard the three albums that took me a gift: one of The Strokes, The Vines and one of the best, a compilation of punk rock from the 90's. For the tenth time you hear Flemita I already had a nervous breakdown.
To make matters worse, my mother had a no-no alcohol, and my classmates repeaters (between 17 and 20 years) were beginning to bore significantly, while others went directly to a bowling alley.
For the toast I was already considering lock myself in the bathroom to cry, and when more than half of the guests had gone and passed again cumbia DJ, I stopped considering it and I did.
I could not enjoy it much, because within minutes I found some friends, who sought to warn me that my mother was very angry because he did not like my ass face and because he was giving souvenirs to the people that he was leaving.

ended the night sitting at the door while a colleague was hiding behind me to take drugs through the nose. Was anyone. I understood nothing.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Kates Playground Free 3gp

Wave Triste miss Friday 13

I climb into a taxi. Give appropriate details. The journey begins.

Lord of the taxi
- Che, make you a question.
I - Yes ..
"Because I see you well with those earrings and the clothes ...
-Aha ...
"And you saw that now that the flogger and that, I do not know, you saw ...
-...
- You what would you wave?
-...
"I say to wear those clothes, that you are able flogger or some of those ... those who wear their hair like that all in the face.
"No, no, no wave.


I climb into another taxi on the same day. Give appropriate details. The journey begins.

Lord of the taxi - Uh, look, you come barbaric me at this time.
I - ...
- Can you tell? Do not bother you?
"Well ...
"Look, is that I have three children, dress, and a niece who is flogger, but I fought with mom will not let me speak. So I do not understand any of the flogger, those who dress in black dresses.
-Aha ...
"And nothing, crazy, I'm stuck here all day and do not understand anything, do not read magazines, not watching TV, nothing, so I do not understand all that the flogger, emo ...
-...
"And just so you see you dressed, so take advantage and you wonder what wave you are?
"No, no, no.
- How?
-No Wave.
"No offense, I ask because I do not know. I never knew before what was a whore, a slut, a transvestite, and what better to ask the fucking? so if you drive a fucking ask you, and you just uploaded you so I ask you. What's up are you?
-None.







If someone ask that question again, who knows what might happen. But it all wrong.

Friday, March 13, 2009

Watch School Ties Online

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Right now I have no ridiculous story about my lack of life. Today I come to recommend a perfect plan for tonight. It
playing Nerdkids , Lache and Waiting for Happiness at the Marquee (Scalabrini Ortiz 666, Buenos Aires) to 21 Hs and delight us with a special screening of Terror that will include short gore and Paura Flics Farce Productions, among other things.

If not convinced that this invitation will:


Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Wart Type Growth On Nose

Papelonera "I? CV

I went for the Hepatitis B vaccine at a pharmacy. As I sat on the couch waiting for:

injection Subject: Do not be afraid to give, right? pinchacito is just ...

(I: face of terror)

- Do not tell me you're scared! With all that you did! (Pointing to the piercings and tattoos)

(Me: ass face)


"That which you have in your nose is sure to hurt a lot, because there you do not have meat, it's like re hard is that thing .. .

-cartilage (say, putting pale)

- Sure! That, cartilage! Heh.

(At that moment I could not help but remember how I hurt, and as I almost fainted when I did)

"Well, relax, it's a jiffy.

And right there, the wild I pinched my arm and needle sticks. Then I started crazy. In my head began to move ideas as
"Is this guy would put up shots, or be a crazy?"
"Is it normal that it hurts me so much?"
"What if it is pumping air?"
'Sign vaccines is not normal. Do not enter anything else in my arm, how it will bind to swallow liquid? NOT ENTER! "
"Do not turn pressure me, I will not lower the pressure, I will not lower the pressure,"

the injection Subject: Well done. So? Did it hurt much?

"I think I dropped the pressure ... (Pale as the wall)

"Well, well, calm, stay seated. No rush.

Yo, I'll go running as soon as I got up and went looking for my mother who was waiting outside. But before I get the legs loosened and I had to get a counter.

-Ooo, sit, sit (drawing a chair)

two seconds and I sat down again I wanted to go running. If it had not been so pale by low pressure, had been red with embarrassment.
was coming to my mom when I eased back legs but also my hands fell asleep and I was almost blind.
Mom grabbed my arm and a woman shouted "Madam, sit on the floor! Lady!"
practically threw me to the floor, and instantly had about five customers looking mobs in round one pharmacist taking my pressure, an employee about a teaspoon of sugar to the face, a guy offering me gum and my mom did not know what to do shouting "give me the Guadalupe portfolio, I have it I will! give it to me, go!".

And I thought:
"I want to go, I want to go, I want to go"
"Let these people go, please, let her go, do not touch me"
"I have fear of standing up, fainting and break a tooth or nose "