I give up, leave the deep thoughts, ideas, productive, important tasks that should devote my time and let me seducuir by Bridget Jones and its newspaper, once again. I use another piece of pizza left over from last night, filled my glass of Ripple, drop me, I sink into the couch. There are things that I have become accustomed gradually to go alone to the movies, my phone does not ring, some lunch with myself, turning my ideas instead of discussing it with you. It's harder when my friends go in pairs to a meeting, when I need you take me by the hand to avoid falling into those silences that absorb me in the street and make me forget where I go.
True, there are days when I despair and I would put a classified ad that says I need, urgently, a type boyfriend Mark Darcy, who has the time and ability to convince construct new stories that inspire me to become the poetic subject can renew a daily blog that has become cyclical and boring.
need another glass of Ripple to stun this train of thought, what good are the Prince Charming if neither wants to come and rescue me?
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