Saturday, January 29, 2005
Exploiting my anal friends
In a corner of my living room, hidden behind an extremely hideous recliner chair, all sort of things were found. Bags and bags of unopened letters from the bank, old receipts, pictures, CDs, medical results from labs, backpacks, you name it. Elena was joyously freaking out, throwing out just about anything she laid eyes on, not before reducing it to tiny little pieces (some people are really strict with this whole stolen identity thing). Pilar on the hand was in a state of shock. Miguel found the situation and my mental state amusing. I have come to the conclusion that I am even more laid back than I thought I was. Lets not sweat the little things.
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