[ The day I start writing write this Monday, I am in the Technological Institute of Tantoyuca, Ver, who refuses to open their wireless networks while I am a victim of dehydration product of my stupidity have fallen asleep in the car of my dad from 10 of the morning in a prominent metropolis recorded temperatures between 30 º and 35 º degrees at the height of summer and # SufroComoJuanhellou of something I ate yesterday that it made him so funny in my stomach ... You guessed it! I'm like half bad]
Indeed, there have been many times in my life I have questioned Mendel, so much so want to build a time machine that allowed me to return at the time of the studies with peas and say
"NO, FUCKING, NO!."
do so effusive next act? Simply because it seems to me that genetics played a very bad trick [that, or in my past life I was a thief in India with a huge harem or something so I was bad or something]. In the rare occasions when I wrote my father in this blog, all have been absolutely to complain about it [children not to emulate or create at the bottom of the letter what we read, under normal conditions outside jurisdictions The Twilight Zone, parents are loving and caring beings that like to teach their children to play Madden 2010 ].
Today was special, may have served to realize and make two assumptions about my future:
- traumatized by my dad will grow which will lead to become a prolific writer of self-improvement with minor such success among adolescents who suffer from Stephenie Meyer bile and burn all his subsequent novels [I'd like something that has as part of the title "Scream"].
- also traumatized with the attitudes of my father, I will fight tirelessly and unconsciously to never be like him when I served as a great leader and head of the Jimenez family [put here the name of a baby chiquimami, I could not think that any yan was not so burned]. My children do not grow up with lack of attention by the parent, go to festivals, will go with them to buy toys [buying one for me and one for them] inculcaré them a taste for music. Freed
my traumas [again] am about to relate a few steps 's blog today:
00:05 pm: My stomach suffers the great and desperate idea of \u200b\u200bgoing to eat "Sancho Panza" themed restaurant meats, tacos and where your server, was good enough to gorge a potato stuffed roast, a fajita tacos michelada and [all its generous dose of lemon, onions and salsa]. Now it is giving birth, or at least have stones in the kidneys.
00:15 hrs: Boasting of my abilities proactive administrator and jobless , check my suitcase where I have a foolproof kit for attacks of asthma or allergy or some now very common belly pain, take 2 tablets and prepare myself to sleep again. If you survived the Pseudo cute, do not survive a colíquitos?.
00:45 hrs: fajita yesterday definitely was not from this planet. I feel a lump in my lower abdomen. I take the camera if one makes an appearance Alien [I doubt survive trying to pass the capes of fat]. wish and help me lose some weight!
01:30 hrs: I singing "Run To The Hills" belching version ... as I did not ask for drum sounds imitating the start of the song. 2:00
hrs: [Belching, strange noises, abdominal massage, 54 numbered tiles in the bathroom and discovered that Ace Frehley and Slash played the riff of "Bring It On Home" for "God Of Thunder" in his presentation of the VH1 Rock Honors 2005]
3:05 pm: As you ... [burrp ...] this already est ... [buuuuuuuuuuuuurp ...] to greatly complicating [unintelligible noise].
04:00 am: With a face worse than the zombies of Romero, I look in the drawers a cure for this damn pain ... The Super Espavé Enzyme makes his appearance.
04:30 hrs: "There is pain and give me back." Alien or whatever it was that was in the stomach is gone and I am prepared to soundly enjoy the few hours of sleep left me
6:03 pm: With a worse attitude of Roger Rabbit, my father scolds that "you're too late" and it asks me to hurry up while spinning in the room as Teddy Circus Unicycle trained in
06:45 hrs: Bathed, dressed, groomed and with a dream I leave the depa brutal toward the garage of Mr.
7:12 pm: It just comes loaded with trinkets Lic: Is not that bastard in a hurry?
8:02 pm: We stopped for lunch at a little restaurant on the edge of the road after having passed Naranjos and the driver to "help" to manage my boss was not [Yes, ma'am. I do not drive]. I test my newly regenerated stomach eating some eggs and ham, a mango and coffee with bread.
9:40 pm: We "to point" [my father's phrase to refer to a specific place, the hatred and hatred of chard tamales], my dad runs its course, which began at 10, while I I fall asleep in the car with the windows half open.
11:40 hrs: More apendejado than usual and even sweat pants, I leave the car for a Duck Mango Pascual. My laptop bag and check the connections available ... The only open IP settings ask me [which gives the Institute].
12:11 am: I run a cyber desperately to let you know my supporters, fans and stalkers who "I'm still alive, bitches."
13:00 hrs: I start writing this post, stomach pain begins to feel again.
13:26 to 13:46 hrs: Start to rain ... Great! but does not last long. Did I mention that I have hunger?
15:30 hrs: Mr. exit the course running almost not wanting to go running into the entire fleet of colleagues who want to eat. We went as Bonnie & Clyde. Tantoyuca Goodbye!
16:26 hrs: Time To Eat! We stopped at a restaurant known as previous cruises ... My spirits are not to eat, really, despite the waitress meat, exhibited in the letter. I'll settle for a bowl of soup and a glass of agua de jamaica.
17:15 hrs: We returned to the road and beats me sleep, like the soup if it was heavy.
19:30 pm: Arriving Ozuluama my stomach is crying for a decent bathroom. After down to hell and go through the limbo I stay asleep until today, Tuesday, at 11:30 hrs ...
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