Okay, I admit it publicly: I am a little, just a little adultery, we're going to do!, A girl and a little sarcastic bastard like me, even if from time to time, too she likes to be pampered, the Galant and woo, we turn for a moment the protagonist of a novel by J. Austen. But only a little bit more can be dangerous and can lead me to design pink leather jackets.
I admit, these days I've been playing around with Wordpress, has been a momentary lapse. The fault is not entirely mine, has insisted blogger to put it on hard, with what I like to give cyber language with fellow bloggers and nothing, no way!. He should not sit well criticism and has punished me keeping me disabled, moved, disconnected. It has made me pass incognito through your dwellings, relegated to the most treacherous anonymity without typing a comma power to manifest, come on!!, Turned into a ghost wandering through the networks, and clear so that roam roams, it had to happen , had no choice, I ended up bumping into him.
We had already seen on occasion but we will not pay much attention, I did not quite liking the cold but as soon as he saw me noticed my sadness and made me eyes, he showered me with compliments and almost over to seduce me when I showed her "The Magic Button", beware this is a weapon of mass seduction and can captivate you as a siren song. I resisted, even though my comments are not made visible and left cyberspace for a few days.
I had time to read my book and a half, seen blooming jacaranda my feral garden and spend much time boy, he certainly has been the biggest beneficiary.
The boy goes something asirocado lately, has nothing to do with that puppy algodónete, shy and timid that the crew was almost 5 months aristocratic credentials. Now 6 ½ months of life and so little time has put my legs up. Dismissed his blue blood in their little black eyes found a muddy garden and turned pure white to brown, chocolate, cinnamon.
has grown into a gulf shameless lover churrete expert misdeeds in camouflage, a ruthless seducer simple blinking her golden lashes steals the heart and if you leave it to the soul.
So I confess, if that I have been unfaithful, but has not been with Wordpress but with the boy.
Eah! be bad it's more fun
Eah! Being ill is more fun. 
