Gosh I thought and did not return (though I imagine the face of a dog hit by Ocean lol). Well, first of all belie the myths around my disappearance:
"It was not absorbed by twitter, twitter actually like it never finished and not just lately but I do not like me starts to couscous. (The big brother we)
- I do not kidnapped a gypsy band of elves or murderers or (add here your favorite childhood horror I already contributed to mine.)
- I did not die of an overdose or committed suicide or me I became anorexic / bulimic or had a nervous breakdown and was hospitalized in a psychiatric or supplanted me a couple of months my evil twin to commit crimes of passion around the City .
-pregnant and suddenly I got a nine-month fellowship to study abroad macramé. I do not secretly married to an oil tycoon. I'm not looking for the CIA for smuggling of sensitive information in a covert operation by the Vertigo Airs. (My life is unfortunately not as interesting but the other was rebueno Vertigo.)
What did happen:
- I moved house a couple of months ago I am no longer part of the Cuban community as they once called home we shared the cheerful Amanda, Tania ( the other), and I Mengana. The damn unhappy (and adored) were quick to replace me no more and no less than James who soon will be placing them masks and synchronized with your PMS.
- I fell in love like crazy for another crazy and we're insanely happy. With all that that entails (read: dramononones, shouting, chillonerías, reconciliations of soap and lots of promises of quilt).
- quit the museum and now I'm unique and bourgeois to my French classes and the stack of books to increase alarmingly in the middle of the room, the bedroom and everywhere. Some buy them in bookstores, and even have a favorite in Quevedo and others will give them away in droves (well to him) his publishers. I have not read even half of the middle and the way that I do not think it ever because I get finished with an average of four more.
- I have not called, I would victimize, and onto to my lack of time and resources but now that I no longer work a thousand hours to date the only thing that stops me is the apathy. I dedicate myself to savor the city from the hand of a person I love and admire, successful experiment in life all the clichés most despicable and reprehensible: Cineteca every Wednesday, coffee jarocho in Coyoacan on Friday, presentations on the poet's house on Thursday, estarbucs, CU conferences, gatherings at the bottom of Culture and Fine Arts ... (Oh yeah, forgot the Casa del Lago, where the City yesterday proved whoooole scholar, critic, fan or at least the work of Houellebecq)
Of course I want to master, that is not who Mailing, but I learned that nobody is running around and there's a whole life outside the academy who also want to live (not too much, especially with measure). So the case will review in January and tell if it because there are also plans to travel and travel.
Of course I want to master, that is not who Mailing, but I learned that nobody is running around and there's a whole life outside the academy who also want to live (not too much, especially with measure). So the case will review in January and tell if it because there are also plans to travel and travel.
- Right now it's cold and cloudy hartísimo, my boyfriend argues with me (or explain yourself?) The pros and cons of a book that is ruling, suddenly silent and continuous making detailed notes in the margins with a pencil that draws obsessively writing tip every two lines, I give him a sip of my coffee is already cold and I could not be happier.
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