Every year is a game, Fer battle against the world in 365 rounds, but this year I give up. Do not try to be better person, I do not bathe, do not go to the dentist or the doctor, not a diet or I'll see more art films, do not try to save the world from Stepahnie Meyer and their atrocious novels ... my prerogative vampirificadas cowboy theme this year is simple: you win damn 2010, you win.
Why the defeatist attitude? Easy, in 2010 I shot and kicked me while he was still on the ground. In parallel actions apparently killed my macbook, cristalazo gave me while I was in the car, they stole my portfolio and I cloned my card and now I owe money to the bank. This year I will not even sex, is that despite using a condom and pill get pregnant and with a more criminal virus than HIV.
2010 
spit on you in your crisis, your cold, your unemployment. I spit in the inevitable arrival of my quarter century, my veto grinchesca wedding for attitude, my valentine one, my termination of student life and official start as "unemployed" or freelance, now do not care. But either you see, when you least expect it ....
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