The hangover

Anoche después de todo sí hize un pequeño carrete en mi casa, o intenté hacerlo, espero que lo chicos no se hayan aburrido después de todo. El problema es que había personas de distintos lugares, muchos de ellos tuvieron que poner lo mejor de ellos para poder conversar con ellos, aunque la verdad me hubiese encantado partirme en varios para poder hablar con todos y compartir. Se fueron todos cerca de las 4.30am y yo me fuí a acostar mientras la Ely y su pololo estaban en la pieza de mi hermana, y tenía todas las intenciones de dormir pero el insmonio se apoderó de mi y calculo que me quedé dormido pasado las 6.30 de la madrugada. Para mi desgracia el pololo de la Ely se fué a las 10 y mi querida amiga se fue a mi cama, y tuvimos una de esas conversaciones que nos hacían falta, conversamos cerca de 2 horas de lo que sentía cada uno por su persona X, lo que me carga es que en el momento en que uno asume lo que siente, esto se vuelve real y luego duele más despegarse de esos sentimientos. Anoche la Ely pensó que Izzie era 4957-o, lo encontró lindo y por algún motivo pensó que era de quien le había, pero estaba equivocada, aunque no la culpo.
Ahora tengo que buscar un projecto para mi dentro de las próximas semanas porque no puedo pasarme todo el día tomando jugo frente al computador en pijamas.

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  1. Francisco G.M.4 de enero de 2010 a las 12:53

    Izzie es un bonito nombre ^^ Y no me aburrí, no te procupes. Es tan sólo que a veces prefiero escuchar a la gente que intervenir. Tudo bem!

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  2. nickfirestarter5 de enero de 2010 a las 2:52

    bueno, es bueno saberlo ;D

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