Nothing, I have reached the 23 Añaza.
was last Sunday, January 27.
There is a number that feels bad, but come on. Bonita is not, why lie. Anyway, it said. Well.
To celebrate it, to stop, I had gigs later. Fuck ...
gifts, well, the truth.
Isa gave me some pants, my mother others and a new wallet (which was already making me missing the truth ...); my brother and his girlfriend a travel bag (of these with a pair of wheels, its handle. ..), and the mother of Isa shirt.
I think I have not forgotten anything.
My grandmother and the rest of my uncles gave me money, part of which fell and Mastodon t-shirt this week.
Yesterday was Mon
horizontal bar of the windows of the bus, but the truth is he fell in the line of the horizon between the river and sky, and looked great.
also coincided with a moment of calm down and guitars ringing in my ears, so it was a nice pleasant time (yes, I have those points at times ...)
The gigs, as well.
I found in my January list of why I claimed about $ 50 less (I have risen four points which I deducted from income tax, justice 50 euros)
I learned that on Wednesday launched an urgent monitoring tool from which we had not received any training or similar and access only tested a couple of months and we were supposed to be usednd since then. Customer-facing and operational consisted concerned and, in fact. Glorious ...
Coming home on the bus, other shit. Again
like sardines in a can (even worse in the morning), the driver seemed to have caught the finger at that hideous botoncico recording: "Please move to the back of the bus. Thank you." The rang constantly, even without more physical space on the damn bus and although we were not in a fucking stop, you missed a aforementioned ...
Anyway. Afternoon
well.
Comer, run around shortly after I was with Isa Grancasa the mall, we take something, we went to the arcade (it was ages since I was about), we saw my cousin Btwo.
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