recently receive many calls from Violeta Zapata, Diego Lopes, in a neutral Castilian. At any time and weekends. To get rid of them just follow these simple instructions:
10:20 pm:
- "Hello, good afternoon.'m Violeta Sapata, shaman to ofrese him a great advantage in their landline grasias a ( a company that continuous Voda begins and ends fucking fone ) ... "
- "Yes, Violet Zapata told me? ( important to keep the name ), what the direction of the company from the phone?"
- "I just wanted to inform you of the many ofrese ventahas that the new plan ..."
- "Ya, but I wanted to streamline this a little quick to put the complaint in question, as it is illegal to call me without my permission. And where you got my phone number in the phone book, right? "
-" You see, actually in our database ... "
-" Well, without my permission can not call because it is considered harassment since 31 December 2009 by the Law on Unfair Competition and Consumer Protection 29/2009, dated 30 December , although comes from a public phone, you know? "
-" So you want us to remove your phone from our database is not it? "
-" That is, good night. "
-" Good afternoon , having a good day. "
In less than a minute you'll be free one of the 100 call center putean you throughout the day and night. Burofax seen it's asking you to be left alone does not work. The complaint is nice to set a precedent if, after putting it in your nearest court, the comunicáis the free newspapers that give you more rage.
1. "Taking List (now called the" blog ") is a site where playlists are published to accompany the daily lives of its visitors (from now" listening students).
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A week ago I declared myself tired, tired of searching for dates. I drive one day, and we ended up confirming a new date for the July 3 with Brandon Home The Polar who met with the second axiom that governed my life: do it yourself. The first is: "You Should not Be kissing boys. Boys kiss you." But that is another matter. Know a band is always good, I know because I feel like I am / we care. Angel, guitarist and compostior, kindly invited me to participate with a lot of blog "Taking List." tried with only 10 tracks share / show a panorama of American indie-folk and I like new and not so new exponents. Can pass through the blog and visit my list and review above, there are valuable things. They can also come to see us on Saturday 3 July at Brandon House.
I'd like to ask you today who fulfill years if you repent of not having noticed that assembly of circa 2002 in El Cid. I'd like to ask if these years do not regret not having spoken in Potlatch, although wedding was in full use of my powers more loving, another man who years ago then let circa 2005. I would like to know because I wrote when I was still up photos indymedia why was it not signed or was why I was not a good photographer then? I like to know how you had no soul to write when you post from the summit in Mar del Plata, we had a mess of tear gas. To you I would have liked to see perhaps the last place relevant to what might be called left and I think you would have liked to travel with me on the bus of Veronica, who came from the TAC on Independence Avenue, the avenue that the runway is almost directly many of our taxis. I'm sure I'd spoken because I had a old jeans and a shirt of Bowie and the same haircut, just not long Do less of a problem, no?. I really would have liked to travel with you in that school micro impossible to sit upright all the way to Manu in the Veron who fell asleep on me. I know nothing about him, not anything from anybody, but I know that when the bus left us at 6 am in an uncertain road where we had to find a contact with children who are in charge of accommodation he stayed with me until we the holy house was on the hill and around sunrise. There was a horse parked on the corner, which would have liked to Daniela's just not known at this time when I still believed that each reader was a reporter, not an idiot making me twitterers streaming television. Anyway, we got to the house, which was huge, inhabited by many people that you know well. Soncho had jilted me, but Nico was just a giant who was always good. I know at some point we hit Cronopio to sleep in a pads and looked so thin that Yoga mats, after I gave me a shower, do not resign bourgeois fad or revolutionary terms. Uruguay came more mates, two of Bolivia. Buy food, good breakfast, lunch, a snack, I know I have no idea. What we do know is that you were not at that time and I was about to start a perverse relationship with a minor. But that does not matter, does not enter the major leagues. You and I know who fall into the major leagues. The point is that you were not in the best manu chao concert that he regretted ever and, I am very sorry. That day we went in the car with someone who I will not name but which I left and I left because my life was not Marxist enough. Fuck him. A fourth-commie. Well you were not there when we were not back when the asthma began with the gases, were not. You were not when out of nowhere appeared Soncho walking as if the repression were the most normal thing in the world, and it certainly was not the first time we were together in that. We saw barricades quebracho was ridiculous and a shat stones at local Havanna. To you I would have liked to see that, but apparently were not because you felt like it to be me. I do not know because I tell you this, but it's true, it happened. As passed other things, other times we were together. Is not it strange, almost surreal is not all that we built from 19 and 20?. Once Fogwill at Malba to a chubby was doubtful that I know not representative of the literature did shit our quest. And that backing, the backing reverend thank god I do not remember his name, he ate boogers. I remember we discussed it with George, as you can let an old fart more holy cow it is shoot down every brand of your body branded with the lights of all that was thought to be alive. That shot of political practice that made you the person that you are today, trying to hide because you're smarter than me, preserve you know. In my heat I play the betrayals, discuss everything, because I can not believe this idiocy that we have to see together. You know the meaning of the word historic leap baby, because you decided to jump into that. Then there are other things in you, you would not let that cynicism or bad step on what you built with your body. You will say these idiots morons, these young old burned corpses as predicted Cobain. That they know from political life if they have stopped the fellow's never with their bodies in a crackdown. Now suddenly one partner is agreement on a timeline, the company compliant in a blog, friendship on Facebook. You know better than me who do not. Hi, I would have liked to say more than once. But I did not. Because I was in the silly thing with other guys and then our humble heroic ended. Sign my blog a few times, but nothing. I focused on having a couple of years, I went to live alone and one day I woke up and militancy was not in my vocabulary. Nor love, did not feel like a moron fuck me life. At that time much watering plants, buying many albums, going to the supermarket once a month and had little furniture. Just watched TV, wrote a lot in the morning, summer nights out to ride a bike. Never saw it, was little marches, well to the 26 in the of 24 and gradually stopped going to 20. To those of Cro-Magnon never was. We were in several places at the same time, the staff where you preferred to Daft Punk MIA over something I can not believe it until today. But you were on the silly thing and did not see me in the end your excuse is the thousands of people and chaos. Incredible, how much cruelty. Time passed and my pain too. Gradually consider the idea of \u200b\u200bgoing out with other guys and some left but I always returned home alone. He had very clear what to do, and played guitar, and keyboard Toab, went to my classes happy, I could stay a Friday entirely dedicated to that. But I started dating again. My blog was dead, because I had parted in the middle. Well we want, which do not write more, do not write more, a blog does not change you life, you fucks, but do not change it. But one day a friend who I will not name, but surely going to read this, I said, it's time to start writing again. And I opened this blog a bit before it was decreed that blogging is dead, long live blogging. 140 characters but I do nothing, I think a pittance, sometimes I think that is a big joke to me perverse. But I started this blog that served to confirm that the path I wanted to go was to the music. One night with my friend Ana, whom I miss dearly and hope that Venezuela will return to me quickly, we went to see Transvestite National. It was a great night it was a good concert Transvestite. We were sitting against the wall, with friends, taking the side of the national beer, expensive wine country, those pleasures of people who say no to drop the face, and went to cement. Which is true and I can tell you there either you come talk to me. Then I ask what happened but I saw you and thought this guy, I know, but where. For a moment I confused you with someone else. Were standing near the staircase and looked at your friends who were in the upstairs. Smiling. I kept thinking, this guy, who I know where. But do not talk about how? "To tell you something? Hello where I know you? Hello I think we know?
We ended up eating a few blocks away and I was thinking that this guy I know and I know not where. I came home and wrote about the concert, the anything jump a moron to criticize because I had not bank a few kids screaming about the end of Transvestite. Who is this kid, I thought, but above all things who is believed to tell myself I have to say or leave an opinion. So I added the msn with the firm intention to place you accordingly. Wait patiently and eventually will connect. But that's the least because of anything done by accepting a date with a guy that I wanted to set, a guy who was determined to understand that I may say so. It was Saturday, I went to a party with Ana I do not remember well, I did something while ago I thought the movies with a guy who is not. I wore a Ramones T-shirt and me I went to the Abasto. I had some expectations, I took it as an appointment, the strangest thing is that it was, was quoted as nobody had warned me that it was an appointment therefore was not dressed for it. Anyway I just went to mistreat a while this confused. At the door I hope you Musimundo. Crossing and thought to the boy's recital, which will here. Nothing, did nothing, only I was expecting. Frozen forever in 2002, as if he knew deep in my neurosis I always believed that couples who really work are those that are hot on the 30. Which by law must inhabit one and 30. That to work, to last, to resist, to not suffer, we must 20 and expect to live. Must bear a little fellow. Partners must learn to wait, do not despair. They are there. One must know how to see. We must learn to wait. We must thwart. Because one day you might spend all night writing because your boyfriend turns 34 years and the first thing I want to give is a minimum record of all the time you leave without the certainty that he was the same as you. Waiting. Then we see whether or not forever. We're going to have time. No matter if sometimes I go, I always come back. No matter if sometimes I get confused, in you I always clarified. No matter if it sometimes seems to want something else, it's true sometimes I want, I need something else. But when you blink I one eye and tell me everything else I feel like nothing can hurt me. Nothing. Because you're there, you're for real. And I want to try that no one will write birthday cards that do not bear my signature. No matter if I'm sometimes not, sometimes it does not matter if I run away, no matter if I misbehave sometimes not care about that. No matter if you everything is finished. It does not matter because with you I learned the difference between being alive and being dead. No matter if my heart needs, needed and will require multiple donors. We're old, the desire for more that strongly contended, is mobile. No matter. What you do you care?. All that matters is the wonder that our policy love love and politics. Happy birthday and please, I never deprive the party ticket that is your life.
Why 'Finding My Destination (' Easy Rider ') ? Written and directed by Dennis Hopper, but a man who says that this movie is good or had toamdo LSD to see or not seen, something easy, because it is difficult to digest. Just the scene of the bikes on the road while playing the Born to Be Wild, Steppenwolf, written in fire the heads of thousands of smart-ass thanks to advertising. It may be the movie icon to a generation in which freedom and rebellion only be achieved through the use of drugs hidden in the tank of a motorcycle while you jump to a hitchhiker. For many awards you have won do not see why the friend should be remembered for this chestnut. If someone feels that movie found to have lived through this era, or other reasons, has a big problem.
No, no doubt for what is there to remind her last roles in films and series B dross, giving a personal touch, mainly as a villain as 'Speed' , or that glorious scene with Christopher Walken in 'True Romance' ('True Romance') and again in 'Blue Velvet' , along with other greats. But my favorite role he did in a series in the last 4 chapters of the first season 24. Looking for Jack Bauer to the face without saying a word, with such rage by killing his family that he even saw the cheeks trembling on his face. Victor Drazen is the name of one of the best villains that has been interpreted.
During a picnic current, ie, a whole crate of beer bottles with a 3-tray rations which were: The Nails, Vic Mackey, and me. It was still early to go to a concert that was to begin about 2 hours later so we had dinner and pass on "light." The Nails, despite what their constitution may seem, she could only 4 out of 24 bottles, about us as we finished and I Vic. Leftovers to carry us put them in two plastic cups, which ironically are often called here minis . Along the way more or less I punt and The Nail adopted a pose of "the Buddha with a glass in hand" with slanted eyes, medium asobinao and motionless. We arrived at the bar just when the concert ended, we lost track of time, others as The Nail, a little further, when I was a long time with sunglasses on at night.
Vic had to be quite damaged face, his face was like a teary-eyed baby about to order the breast, so that we understand. The bar was very curious, because despite being so small, you could do concerts and ask for combined 1 liter milk as panther. This was a great temptation for The Nails, who asked him despite not having room for more, nor the rest of us, and in particular my anything Camel was not what he wanted most at that time . When given 2 shots left the rest of the jug on the counter and took his previous pose of Buddha happy, perfectly still, eyes tight and hidden to conceal that he was asleep on his feet.
Then, while he was telling the joke man between two fences someone from the bar, The Nails came to my side to listen too, for the twenty-eighth time. is a joke, they insist, can come to understand in all its nuances. At that time, his mouth ejaculated a waterfall of thick white liquid that covered both breasts making them warmly shake like jelly when making contact with ell ... Oh wait, I think this is not for the erotic story contest Veterans Nursing Cartagena. The fact is that I poto half white shirt and trousers side, top to bottom. I was not aware until I saw the stunned face of the guy I was talking about, yet I could not believe it, so I looked in the direction from which he could not look away. Seeing the destruction, I went sight until I saw his face, nails The coma was close by his expression, probably did not understand the joke this time, and its knob, on both sides, hung a viscous colmillitos milk with cinnamon . Yeah sucks.
His mission accomplished, said: "I can not anymore."
Today: Metallica - Whiskey in the Jar (cover of the classic Thin Lizzy)
receive many calls from Violeta Zapata, Diego Lopes, in a neutral Castilian. At any time and weekends. To get rid of them just follow these simple instructions: 
