The wrath of my vengeance...

This last weekend was a good one. I had the chance to spent a really nice Friday with Mariel… you know, juts being with her. We didn’t had anything to do but be there. It felt amazing to spent that amount of time with someone doing absolutely nothing. I cooked her some pizza (I’m specially good doing that) and then we just fooled around and make out.

It was all a walk in dreamland until “shit-head” Kike arrive without notice… argh!!! He interrupted my BIG day! After I’ve told both him and my brother that they should, please, arrive after 7 and letting me know first!!! I guess Kike has his head way up his ass and he doesn’t understand simple requests. Anyway. Despite the interruption it was something worthy of living, and for that I am grateful ^-^

I could go on and on about Friday… and the rest of the weekend, but right now I have something much more important to do. I have to send a clear message to my brother: STOP FUCKING WITH ME UNLESS YOU WANT TO BE FUCKED BACK!

Ehem…

I have nothing against “carrilla”. As a matter of fact, I enjoy it, but when my brother fixates himself in doing it all day, everywhere (in front of everyone!) and almost about every topic… well it’s just too much.

So dear bro… now it’s too late to turn back, too late for begging, too late for you!!! JUAR JUAR JUAR!

Bring it on Bicth!