Love Scale From 1 To Ten This is a football post and RPS, sister ...

acute; foward popcorn and ducking Paul Gorka, typical ... But the face has been focused Casillas, and truth, has given me so much pain ... And the second goal (ooooghh, painful, a kick in the mouth we all) and has been a trauma, he looked so defeated ... I think all crappy and bothers me precisely because it is Iker, one of the few players who are killed to do their job and deserve millonazos charged, you know? And seeing so rotten, really, that the soul falls to the ground ...
(Beside: Salgado, we all know that deep down you have tattooed barçay of this "Blau grana al vent" in the ass, but for heaven's sake, RUN a little maho!)

Agh ... I miss the matches of the Euro * points icon * (and also Fabregas Casillas pat on the ass, kisses of Torres and Villa, the lack of Juanito ...) I'm so

depressed that I can not look (no, yes here, anything is valid in order not to get to Webber and company, we ... xD)


Anyway, moving on to other things. ..



Today I had a dream. But not in poetic plan to Martin Luther King. I had a strange dream. Before

tell, I have to explain that I had a few days with the worm of RPS (parafraseando to


hoomygoth , "my senses RPS Are Were tickling") to write one of Gossip Girl, a Chace / Ed / Penn total dirty and all that. The night of Thursday to Friday, when he had to be sleeping, I was inspired and olé! Within an hour, Chace and Ed RPS finish (and I'll upload it, is on the laptop and I do not want is vague on * shit *), which was not what I had in mind but in the end ... Anyway, this night (Friday to Saturday, although when I went to bed, actually it was Saturdayima and " Well not like you " and I was so happy with my baby and my neighbors. After the alarm rang, I turned it off and dreamed of something else, and the next thing is that my father came with the phone because I called my friends to stay for this afternoon. So basically, after that my advice is: Do not write RPS before going to bed.




More tomorrow! (No, I correct myself, tomorrow the RPS guilty to these dreams)