tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63999853220788847402011-10-11T20:55:02.451-07:00Angie.noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6399985322078884740.post-58365584351132797572009-09-18T10:13:00.000-07:002009-09-18T10:15:30.344-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Mala memoria, mala mala, me juegas una broma de mal gusto.</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6399985322078884740-5836558435113279757?l=tinyletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angie.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6399985322078884740.post-32727857346562893702008-05-12T18:54:00.000-07:002009-01-05T10:56:55.164-08:00People don´t want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messes cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown. <div><br /></div><div>Chuck Palahniuk</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6399985322078884740-3272785734656289370?l=tinyletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angie.noreply@blogger.com1