Today I danced tan the limborock in class. A children

Today I danced tan the limborock in class. A children's version, instead of tequila say Nutella. Every time I passed the rope, 23 children aged 6 chanted my name. I must admit I have not given anything to touch the rope. I think for them it was like a party Saturday night but at three in the afternoon on a Friday. All mini-sweating like pigs. I do not know how I get into these fregaos without knowing who I am.
I've been thinking about doing some "artistic" project, to see if it helps me go in any direction, but I can not think of anything. Nor ask you to be good, it's just to focus on something and recover.
I've made corn boiled rice to eat because I did not feel like cooking, a bit boring, and not make me look forward to dinner all. I need someone to give me a massage, make me dinner, sleep with me and tomorrow I accompany a picnic in a park, if only for the potential person I can be, or who I was, though not why I am now. My mother would say right now: "Holy Virgin of the Macarena."
My mother is optimistic DNA, but before it was over. Very small, there was a season when I thought my parents were drug addicts. It is the most ridiculous idea I've ever had. I can only think to blame the loneliness of an only child talking with dolls in her room. Still do not understand tan how I could be so concerned about such a colossal stupidity. I felt responsible for my family, my supposedly addicted parents, thought it was in the hands of people without control. But how did I know much about the drug? I remember one day I began to mourn, "not take it anymore, I have to ask if you pinchais." The 80s were very hard. Will I have to ask my father if he remembers my junkie suspects and how they lived. What I do not understand is where I got the idea. You may notice something stirring in my house and I added a bit of Walter White.
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