your blog is basically what your bedroom wall would be if no one cared
Eso es correcto!
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I have some heart issues.
Not “matters of the heart” type, more “nature’s engineering fail”.
On February, my company did a health evaluation to all of its employees (companies have to do this every year, according to local work laws). I entered the room thinking it was going to be a breeze, myself being the champion of good health.
Instead, I learned two things:
1) Not many people know where one’s natural waist is located (hint: not by the love handles)
2) I have some sort of small congenital blockage somewhere in my heart.
Great.
Fortunately, I’m insured, so the array of tests I’ve had for the past couple of weeks (late because of work and national drama) are either covered or inexpensive. But it sucks not having a formal diagnose yet. I really hate uncertainty, especially when it comes to the literal engine of my existance. I find myself very paranoid about something going very wrong; I even stopped exercising about a month ago. Obviously, worrying 24/7 isn’t the smartest thing to do on this instance, but idk…
partybarackisinthehousetonight:
pro tip: fill the piñata with absolutely nothing to prepare your kids for the letdowns of adulthood
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It’s not you, it’s your football team
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can you imagine if someone sent you a list of all the reasons why they love you.
why would i want blank paper
bueno, no es por nada, pero la resma de papel está carísima!
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rings!
Ponte algo!
My grandmother lived near this old woman, who always gave me the creeps everytime she showed up at her house. Sinister-ish look, very dark skinned, with long house dresses and her hair tied in a bun. She had big rings in every finger and long natural nails (long before this acrylic falsies craze I don’t get)
Her granddaughter was a total bitch to me, by the way. Destroyed a couple of my Barbie dolls.
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