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"Soy un desastre como mi pasado, un mal sueño como mi porvenir y una catastrofe como mi presente"



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Adrianilla
Alicia
Aurawa
Bandaluna
Bob
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Dane
Flor
Jake
Jose
La comida y yo
La Marida
La Mujera
Lian
Llua
Malaa
Mali Boni
Mary
Migae
Pacharan con hielo
Paco
Peluche
Pollo
Rafa
Rose
Si estan locos.
Sikanda
sombra
skizo
tHe BeLoVeD
Tremenda Realidad.
Virgen y furioso


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Visitas desde 2 de Mayo de 2003



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01/2003 02/2003 03/2003 04/2003 05/2003 06/2003 07/2003 08/2003 09/2003 10/2003 11/2003 12/2003 01/2004

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   sábado, enero 31, 2004  
Este diario cumplió un año el día 22 de enero (version sin acentos ni la letra castellana que no tienen algunos teclados)

Nadie lo felicito, pobrecito, ni tan siquiera yo, que ultimamente no me preocupo por el, pero no porque no le tenga que agradecer cosas, a veces me ha calmado, a veces me ha consolado, otras muchas me he enfadado viendo mis reacciones (o relaciones) escritas, algunas otras me he arrepentido, otras he llorado... no me apetece escribir porque me da la sensacion que si volveis a enero de 2003, no tendria que escribir, pasarian cosas parecidas, seguramente en el 2004 conocere como lo he hecho en 2003 a gente encantadora y que merezca la pena, igual que a gente que no la merezca, saldre con mis amigas, tendre decepciones, sentimientos confusos, etc... No digo que en este año no haya cambiado mi vida, ha cambiado a mejor en cosas de las que no hablo como mi trabajo, ha cambiado a ... no se que estado decir, en cosas como la familia... pero en el fondo tengo la ligera sensacion de que mi vida durante mucho tiempo va a seguir un camino muy parecido al que ha seguido en todos estos doce meses, puede que tenga mas dinero o menos, que ya no viva en mi casa, que tenga un novio o cinco, pero yo de momento soy asi y no me apetece tampoco cambiar, o si, pero me da miedo. El caso es que despues de un monton de post, he decidido que voy a escribir para mi, un diario a la antigua usanza, hoy mientras venia de casa de Uls a las seis de la tarde he parado en una papeleria y me he comprado un cuadernito, no tiene candado pero tampoco me hace falta, estoy acostumbrada a que me lean. Esta vez lo dejo, pero no lo borro, aqui esta en los archivos mi vida en mas de doce meses. Con lo que si que voy a seguir es con mi otro blog, ese si me ayuda y en ese tema si noto cambios.
Sin mas solo decir muchisimas gracias a todos, y que me alegro de haber conocido personas asi, os leo.
Mil besos.
Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks,
Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks...

Os valen 567 besos?
   Salio del Corazon de betty el 1/31/2004 06:56:00 p. m.  

 
Este diario cumpli? un a?o el d?a 22 de enero (versión con acentos y eñes)

Nadie lo felicitó pobrecito, ni tan siquiera yo, que ?ltimamente no me preocupo por ?l, pero no porque no le tenga que agradecer cosas, a veces me ha calmado, a veces me ha consolado, otras muchas me he enfadado viendo mis reacciones (o relaciones) escritas, algunas otras me he arrepentido, otras he llorado... no me apetece escribir porque me da la sensaci?n que si volv?is a enero de 2003, no tendr?a que escribir, pasar?an cosas parecidas, seguramente en el 2004 conocer? como lo he hecho en 2003 a gente encantadora y que merezca la pena, igual que a gente que no la merezca, saldr? con mis amigas, tendr? decepciones, sentimientos confusos, etc... No digo que en este a?o no haya cambiado mi vida, ha cambiado a mejor en cosas de las que no hablo como mi trabajo, ha cambiado a ... no s? que estado decir, en cosas como la familia... pero en el fondo tengo la ligera sensaci?n de que mi vida en unos a?os va a seguir un camino muy parecido al que ha seguido en todo este a?o, puede que tenga m?s dinero o menos, que ya no viva en mi casa, que tenga un novio o cinco, pero yo de momento soy as? y no me apetece tampoco cambiar, o si, pero me da miedo. El caso es que despu?s de un mont?n de post, he decidido que voy a escribir para m?, un diario a la antigua usanza, hoy mientras ven?a de casa de Uls a las seis de la tarde he parado en una papeler?a y me he comprado un cuadernito, no tiene candado pero tampoco me hace falta, estoy acostumbrada a que me lean. Esta vez lo dejo, pero no lo borro, aqu? est? en los archivos mi vida en m?s de un a?o. Con lo que si que voy a seguir es con ?mi otro blog?, ese si me ayuda y en ese tema si noto cambios.
Sin m?s solo decir much?simas gracias a todos, y que me alegro de haber conocido personas as?, os leo.
Mil besos.
Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks,
Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks, Muacks...

?Os valen 567 besos?
   Salio del Corazon de betty el 1/31/2004 06:48:00 p. m.

 



Hola, bienvenid@!


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En mi vida siempre hay un arcoiris ya que tan pronto sale el sol y estoy a gusto bajo su calor, como cae una buena tormenta, o una tempestad y me tengo que encerrar en mi misma y llorar. Mi humor es tan variable como mi corazón. Estoy bastante loca como para contar mi vida en un blog, mi vida loca, si me descubres no me lo digas, ni se lo digas a nadie. Si tienes algo que contarme: estavidalocalocaloca@hotmail.com


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