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pedas Log, Stardate 15082009 Dear

I sincerely believe that one day miss all those weekends and what happens to me for, then I will come to read the block of nostalgia to mourn ... so I'm writing my boring logs peda.

This time it was thought out. Jenn Just last week I had two days off and would not give chance to do it again; LaOtra left me with a tequierodany passionate when I thought it best to turn down the heat, I say, not looking for a tie and this fear ever-present commitment (well, I'm a chicken), so I would shut up watching movies and cello.

But fate, oh! destiny ...

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With that the international integration and IT and other corporate mothers have made new friends. One of them asked me who organized the celebrations on his birthday, actually invited a number but I signed up immediately with a " going, chela is my favorite sport after rawk" . I should clarify that because of my boss, the team have a certain reputation, unfairly I think, "suckers" and "clowns" (bueeeno, just a little), so that interaction with other areas is reduced to occasional "hello "in the corridors. And do not tell the women barely know one another and in my area are not, so you can imagine, one passes from pure testosterone, and that's not good.

So, although I left work late and my car was the baby and capriciously refused to start, I jumped. There were only three girls and two to three types. The most salvageable was the waitress showing waist and caderota, * cof * cof * sweetie *. The bigcola is llevadita and jotez was making jokes (I do not like dog and not walk like the rest does not mean that I am a fag). By the end of the night we were few, the acompañanante cumpeañero and led me to where I left my car. "Do we follow?" if clear, and followed for a few blocks, I recognized the area, toss them high in farewell and went where I knew. [Insert here blackout on the way back, ouch ] . I got home, parked the ship and slept as I could. Before noon I was awake with a mild headache that lasted until nearly 6pm.

On Saturday and was referred to another birthday party, but the harsh screaming at me that it was best to sleep and rest and that it was not for these jogs. After two aspirin, a nap and feel like I prepared necear. My brodi told me that he had already arrived and the party was well flirty , I checked on arrival: a large garden, covered terrace, candles, chairs, tables, sound, dj, music, beer, rum, vodka, whiskey, tequila, women, friends and necessary for a memorable holiday. But that was just the beginning, there were rocket-like in-town festival in honor of the birthday girl (someday, perhaps, come to love someone so much as to make it a bash as well, sniff) and as at midnight, for the monchis, flautas and quesadillas. The music was cool: rockcito tired of girls and some classic rawk, of course there were other classic (as the track that adorns this post) and other blame rolas that everyone knows, but only recognize it farts.

In these I was, chatting with my very tranquis brodi and the birthday girl's sister rang a grounder and started to sing and dance for me. A girl approached me with this smile, she and I also conducted an pedagogical and dance together while we recognized our bodies (as we learned about arrimones), two rolas then I said "what you want eh" and returned to his friends. "And she, what hand wave?" I do not know, I just know, ho! 's still looking and one of those I said vaaass ps, or you had opportunities and How often . I made a sign wave "we go?" And became a closer. The fart was that his friends realized and never let her go. Something had to invent and danced for a while. Or fart. No drunksex.

At about 5am Pris asked us to turn off the music to be the last foolish, and with them my almostOneNightStand, sniff! We stayed another while putting rolas for us until we said goodbye. Now if I followed my around the peri brodi from insurgents south to the viaduct, then take to his house and I to mine.

good thing to leave at that time of the holidays is that you mix with normal people who go to work at 6am and there is no breathalyzer or anything. Ja! yeah right, on Sunday, deluded.