Writing is my own love story, writing has always been my Valentine except for that year of 1998
Today was one of those days (and when I say today I mean Valentines even though you are reading it after) that I just hate and love and also feel like blah. It started good because I didn’t noticed that it was Valentines. It was movie day with my daughter and I really enjoyed it. Later I started my cyber routine, but my damn Internet didn’t want to work as usual. So I started my housework. Time went by and then I got a phone call, it was my writing telling me I love you, of course it was a dream, but who knows. Later on the Internet worked out and Valentines blew all over my face, but it was ok; writing was sitting next to me so it was really easy saying Happy Valentines everybody. But craziness was around the corner because it happened that an idea popped up from my head that was to write 14 stories in honor of Valentines and it was so much fun. I did it again on facebook in my own language and I was planning to do the same in here, but I must confess that even though it was fun, it was lots of work that was because “writing” always wants me on top and that’s too much work if you get the picture. So Writing and I decided to love each other in Spanish and make out in English afterwards and I guess that is what we are doing right now, I guess that’s why now I am enjoying being under. And now it is time for Writing and I to spoon and say GoodNight.