Today I am 28 years old, and I wondered what was the best year of my life ... and the result was this: 20, year 98. What a great year, if even Chile played a World Cup after 16 years.
was in the U, with the sole responsibility to take me at least a four to pass the field (I know it sounds a little effort, but that was just the thing)
And other things ... Grimes pure
ate out all weekend, from Thursday
had no weight pololear
a rich mine wore clothes
bought used
nostalgic and flag football play much, and was very good
knew less of life that today was just more thin
wondering
things much less thinking more of me and less in others there were no blogs
heard there was less music reggeton (or as you type)
there was no pace-che
was techno and electronics
just had more friends were box office
wore long hair did not own car
I drove in computing
can give me the pub (well now a little)
gave to the club as a box factory,
beach melody and slept until late
would want
classes when studying for tests late
not discussed
teachers felt little
classes loaded me speak in public (now much less, I even like it)
tired dreamed of winning silver exchange
want to leave a half
wanted to travel in the summer but never gathered enough silver
in all it was a good goat
Well ... those were my 20 years, and never again ... and done a lot.
If anyone reads this and has more about 20 years, please tell me what the girls of that age today.
