Cydia Pokemon Soul Silver

Thanks to all.

I always thought the word grace has immense power. From to thank someone who did something gigantic for you until the person who comes to clean your desktop.

Though there was no need for my grandmother apply the "how do you say?" learned to say "THANKS".

So ...

Thanks to the girl who, when we were 9 years old, kidnapped my comics to give him a peck kiss. (I never recovered)

Thanks to that girl in the first of 13 years, I loved at 12: that it was a gymnast, a quality that, without knowing why, he gave that "something" interesting, to which liked bigger guys, I never peeled and became my first ... something. Thanks

jarochita to high school that somehow shared the same quality as the primary child (I am not referring to the gym, but the correct formation of attributes that the sport entails) and also shared a taste for the largest.

Thanks to the 3rd girl that made me nervous when I talked and hugged me. I thought that I took as a joke and that the day of his departure he said he did want something with me "even though it was tiny."

Thanks to the girlfriend who was my best friend that I met as well, that with whom there was a deep bond and fast and he almost breaks me in the face that was with the desire to be a battle in the alley of the fist and who became the benchmark for what we seek from that time.

Thanks to the high school rocker 1st, that chaparrita hilarious at the end it became a great friend.

Thanks to my first girlfriend, that I tried to make a Jehovah's Witness for walking "right." Thank you that did not.

Thanks to my namesake, because we try to be nails, one another, to realize that it was better to be friends.

Thanks to sangrona suuuuper popular girl that I liked in 6th and he was afraid the ring tossing. Thanks for having died of grief when I saw you at the reception Televisa ... a little less popular than before.

Thanks to my second girlfriend, the sexy girl "pulled down" to another ... and I put the horn on my high school graduation. Thanks for teaching me the meaning of two dicharachos: "he who kills iron ..." and "the dog of the two cakes."

Thanks to my student psycho stalkereaba me and sending me little notes, which threatened my other girls and that, were it not for her bipolar disorder, was not bad mustache.

Thanks to my student groupie who bragged around school that "it was with the English teacher" ... even for 2 weeks. Thanks

college girlfriend for having missed so many clubs on the school, for giving me my backslapping and for sharing things as strong, thanks for taaaaaantos lawsuits, so many tantrums and so many breaks and returns. I think it prepared me well for life and adult relationships. Thank you very much.

Thanks to my second girlfriend, student, for being so insistent and persistent forgiveness for having broken the heart through openness.

Thanks to that was with the Italian, who never dared to be happy, which exceeded my heels, which went to the vegetarian, the unusual name, the name I do not remember at the moment, which happened at night.

THANKS FOR ALL PAGES HAVE BEEN PAST THE BOOK OF MY LIFE, THANKS FOR INJURED me, Cheerful, DECEIVED, support, teach, AS HORN, written, drawn, STALKEREADO, Distracted, ...

THANK YOU HAD YOUR TIME AND STATE YOUR REASON FOR HAVING ME. LONG LIVED WITH YOU AND WOULD BE A FOOL IF YOU THINK THAT WILL CHANGE MY LIFE GIVE DELETE.

LET ME READY TO BE HAPPY.
accompany me until I
she appeared.
PREPARED ME TO ENJOY MY LIFE WITH HER.
Two years and 23 days and counting ...


For all that, many thanks.
good life, ladies. Wherever and with whomever they are.