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    Friday, November 25, 2005

    Roller coaster

    Hoy ha sido un dia de esos con picos y valles... Comenzo hiper recontra nulo, siguio nulo y ladilla, luego venta de postres, el orgasmofest del chocolate!!! Vendimos todo en un buen tiempo y ganamos plata, que es lo importante.
    La tarde fue mas acelerada, ya que vi un mensajito que decia: Ross, cancelaron Incubus... nada, mis ovarios subieron a nivel del cuello y mis instintos de piromaniaca salieron a la superficie. Menos mal fue solo un rumor, y el concierto es un hecho.y EN 2 DIAAAAS!!!
    Esta probablemente la toquen: Under my umbrella
    When I close my eyes... I can see for miles / There's comfort in my dark seat... and chaos in the aisles.
    These eyes are not your eyes / and these eyes are not the color that / your arid eyes might be / No, I was not around / when those eyes of yours decided so / I refuse to kneel before the sights you choose to see.
    When I close my eyes... I remember why I smile. / Under my umbrella... I'm an accomplished exile.
    These eyes are not your eyes / and these eyes are not the color that / your arid eyes might be.
    No, I was not around / when those eyes of yours decided so / I refuse to kneel before the
    sights you choose to see!
    If this is right, I'd rather be wrong. / If this is sight, I'd rather be blind.
    De ultimo pero no menos importante, un post que me dio cosita porque revela el dia a dia :(, escrito por mi amigo Brokenfixed en su blog

    Rossanita escribe @ |9:20 PM|

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