odd mood. I woke up from a messed up dream feeling almost angry and with a bad sense of frustration. I once felt that years ago... It had not been back since. I just hope it wears off soon... It is related to a mix of things, and although just for about 5 minutes, I already talked to Victor about one of the BIG issues that is starting to get into me... sigh. I hate me sometimes.
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Anyway... The scent of coffee is starting to fill the air, I take a deep breath and keep telling my self "in about an hour you may die"... He he he. Quite a freaky thing to say... I know. But it has helped me lately to shake off bad moods.
Yesterday was a pretty regular day, all through the day. And in the evening I went with Wend to buy a few clothes. That was fun. Heh. Although not as fun as it could have been, since she refused to be the one who would change me from one attire to the other in the dressing room... Bummer. He he he. I couldn't go like crazy and change my wardrobe. But I bought a couple cool shirts, and the look on Wend's eyes while trying them out was worth it... I wish I have had more money!.
Later we went to her place and just kind of chilled... She did some homework, I read a good [yet weird] poetry book by Martín Mérida. I fixed me self some coke with ice cream, and Wend kind of had a sangria. After a while we cuddled a little, and then I decided it was my time to take off.
... Things are still weird with Wend's roomie, and... All of a sudden I felt really frustrated and out of place for some ideas running in my mind I guess.
Who knows...
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Now I am wearing one of those new shirts!... ^_^
Super conscious of the need of a haircut. O.o He he he...
And well... Let's see how the day ends up being.
Cheers!.
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It doesn't necessarily have something to do with this post, but I wonder. Why does your blog is advertised by gay links? I don't have anything against them, but it is funny when google thinks one of my friends is (even though he talks about his girlfriend once every time at least).
Beware of Google, it might know your secret!
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