Sunday, August 13, 2006

Ureterovesical Junction Stone aoi_natsuki @ 2006-08-13T17:03:00

Hi all, I'll start counting what I did from Friday until today ... I'm happy for that first win third in a contest of icons of animals, for my first contest I think I did pretty well, truth nor do I expect to win anything because they had 42 people bankrupt, also concursare again this week with two icons of polar bears.


do not know why you and grabbed both gray and taste lead, and also updated my profile and see that almost all (if not all) is gray ...


My brother liked the most is the color, but personally I think the best of the iconto bursting point and did not know why they do things .... that's me talking honestly if he had not a little self-control would have ended up making physical harm.

This is due to Saturday night that I was writing a fanfic for 1 hour ... thinking that writing, like writing etc, that I sometimes really difficult because I tend to leave the fics medium, which wanted to finish some for a change. I was with my cousin behind me in the other pc, with my cousin playing the guitar behind me and my brother and his friend in his room which is on the side, then knock on the door and my mother "command" screaming in the open, she sat in the room a few steps from the door, but no, she was playing youopened the door body is closer? ", of course, ended up arguing because I wanted reasons why she could not do and she replied that I only open the door. In the end as a" revenge "I turn off the PC and it was .... I say ... I'm dealing with a child or my mother? Simply I can not understand or know why is there so much trouble for the smallest things and absurd, and never claimed I was wrong because my parents are divorced, but rather when I was in the position of my father had done the same and perhaps much before I did, but .... is a great person, quiet, not seeking problems, open mind .... with all this trying to say that I do not love my mother, but quite possibly it is the best person i

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