It 's a serious post, refrain from reading it as well. E 'for me. (I, me, me. If I do not want to because you're self-centered in my blog?)
Only three weeks of physical distance, and I found myself muttering "puk" as I took a glass.
Three days without feeling even a second on msn or mobile phone, and on the road with Za:
-Lol-
-What did you say? -
-................. . OH MY GOD .-
-Did you say lol?? -
I know that I miss you a little 'more than what I can tell you.
And damn, how happy I am that my friend-enemy-bastard-in-law loved most-hated of all time is alive and has returned home from that fucking hospital. And I do not give a fuck if it is no longer in a state of confusion and when you hug or kiss, looks at me as if I had three heads and was also right, because I had such fear and hatred and anger to the idea of \u200b\u200bhaving lost without him never did understand that, dopottutto despite treat him like shit, I love him, I will continue to embrace him and kiss him until I turn, and until his bones are not developed well enough to hold up my shots so much for making me scared.
One says: okay, it happens to everyone. Sooner or later, a friend dies and it is horrible and in pain, but you know it's not something that happens only to others, despite what they say on TV. Then your friend has an accident and you understand that it could be really dead, and you always thought you'd been there, talking with him, which would simply vanished into thin air and you would not have seen more, but you'd have all time to say hello and / or you invest it for him perhaps, or even save their lives, but that there would be something and not just a phone call and a "sorry" by someone who knows you're a bit 'dead too.
Fortunately he is well, my friend-enemy-in-law, though it may well be, but will stand very well, and my heart is still safe, even if a little 'shocked every time that Ramos does not connect and the time X starts to beat faster and make me think that something has gone wrong. Luckily everything went well today and returned home, and feel Stenter more often then not end up saying "puk" or "lol" out loud as she does, only to hear the sound, to feel its presence, because with my voice does not do as well with her.
Ramos, Maio, you're terrible bastards. There I mention in almost every post seriously.
From now on, we avoid an accident, eh?
Oh, I'm still the next. And I hope to stay alive and become richer than you two put together, just to see the glass half full.
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