tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42905610562053364402011-08-07T01:23:11.547-07:00Y mi neurona? Kiá! Está sucia. Kiá!...Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200693124263728341noreply@blogger.comBlogger251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290561056205336440.post-70404734619062035652009-04-10T04:09:00.000-07:002009-04-10T04:10:04.228-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-UrspGI2hrY/Sd8pBv3Ii8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Q3d3BqsjsD4/s1600-h/Imagen001+%282%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-UrspGI2hrY/Sd8pBv3Ii8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Q3d3BqsjsD4/s400/Imagen001+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323018394579536834" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290561056205336440-7040473461906203565?l=bolisdecolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200693124263728341noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290561056205336440.post-8019601646600120282009-04-02T14:01:00.000-07:002009-04-02T14:11:48.167-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-UrspGI2hrY/SdUnyKFAC7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/fi0Ki32vibo/s1600-h/m3OjTcXsX6Q7PJ7qBXbv.0.jpg"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290561056205336440-801960164660012028?l=bolisdecolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200693124263728341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290561056205336440.post-16564788275702944622008-01-22T12:01:00.000-08:002008-01-22T12:04:19.066-08:00La suegra y la vecina<strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">- ¿No sabes que tengo yerno nuevo?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">- ¿¿¿Sí??? Y... ¿De donde es?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">- De Mieres, creo.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">- Ay! No sabes lo que me alegro. Vaya bien. A ver si ahora Laura tiene suerte.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">- No es Laura... es... Irene!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">- .......... [caretodelsiglo]</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290561056205336440-1656478827570294462?l=bolisdecolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200693124263728341noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290561056205336440.post-64833314643431013522007-12-29T07:23:00.000-08:002007-12-29T07:27:08.055-08:00Misterios sin resolver [Vol. II]<strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">¿¿Por qué cuando estás en los baños de un bar la tía que sale o que entra cuando sales tú te saluda si no la conoces de nada??</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">Por educación no es, porque en el bar se cruza contigo 100 veces y no dice nada.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290561056205336440-6483331464343101352?l=bolisdecolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200693124263728341noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290561056205336440.post-48295592918494401222007-12-25T17:49:00.000-08:002007-12-25T17:55:11.621-08:00Misterios sin resolver volumen I<strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">¿Por qué la primera vez que te viene la regla, por la noche tu madre te da una compresa enoooooorme que parece un dodotis, que vienen estiradas, ni siquiera doblan?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">¿Por qué nunca más se vuelve a saber de ellas?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Son compresas especiales para la primera vez o algo, porque yo no me lo explico.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290561056205336440-4829559291849440122?l=bolisdecolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200693124263728341noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290561056205336440.post-10873122832350950652007-12-20T14:55:00.000-08:002007-12-21T03:51:21.162-08:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-UrspGI2hrY/R2uohSAsD5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/MwL7FS7iqf8/s1600-h/CIMG4897.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146392288924798866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-UrspGI2hrY/R2uohSAsD5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/MwL7FS7iqf8/s400/CIMG4897.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Tenía los pelos de las piernas tan largos tan largos tan largos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">que tenía hasta las puntas abiertas!!!!!!!!</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290561056205336440-1087312283235095065?l=bolisdecolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200693124263728341noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290561056205336440.post-27426523299794364862007-12-18T07:18:00.001-08:002007-12-18T07:23:48.919-08:00Customizate o muere<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">mi fondo de pantalla... MOLAAAAAAAAA</span></strong></div><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-UrspGI2hrY/R2flwCAsD4I/AAAAAAAAACw/TWPky-GQrBE/s1600-h/Dibujolydia.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145333712630321026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-UrspGI2hrY/R2flwCAsD4I/AAAAAAAAACw/TWPky-GQrBE/s400/Dibujolydia.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Lo peor es que yo tengo una casi igual</span></strong></div><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">pero la mía escaneadaaaaaa</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">juaaasss</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">si es que dios los cría...</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-UrspGI2hrY/R2flcSAsD3I/AAAAAAAAACo/JRr3J6z1tLs/s1600-h/~lwf0003+copia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145333373327904626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-UrspGI2hrY/R2flcSAsD3I/AAAAAAAAACo/JRr3J6z1tLs/s400/~lwf0003+copia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290561056205336440-2742652329979436486?l=bolisdecolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200693124263728341noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290561056205336440.post-11163666565110782502007-12-11T12:27:00.000-08:002007-12-11T12:30:17.144-08:00Meteduras de pata [leves?]<span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>- Y esa vela?</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>- Es por mi hermano.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>- Qué es su cumple?</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>- No. Hace 5 años que murió</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>En momentos como este daría 1 mes de mi vida por verme la cara</strong></span><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290561056205336440-1116366656511078250?l=bolisdecolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200693124263728341noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290561056205336440.post-57284815984628687962007-12-06T08:09:00.000-08:002007-12-06T08:25:31.730-08:00tic tac<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-UrspGI2hrY/R1giYrkI6qI/AAAAAAAAABs/1ls3CItcrDo/s1600-h/bañoblog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140896782049929890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-UrspGI2hrY/R1giYrkI6qI/AAAAAAAAABs/1ls3CItcrDo/s320/ba%C3%B1oblog.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><div><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Estoy esperando a que me hagan efecto</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">las cuatro infusiones que me tomé justo antes de comer.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Tengo miedo a escagalurciarme por la calle</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">y no sería la primera vez.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Ahora que puede que esté en casa una temporadita</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">voy a proponerme ser la nueva Bridget Jones</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">pero más constante.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Por el momento aquí me quedo esperando la llamada de la naturaleza</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">tic tac tic tac tic tac tic tac</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">También me he propuesto crecer por dentro</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">ya que por fuera es obvio... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">E intentar ubicarme</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">pese a estar convencida de que este mundo no es para mi.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Pero... ya que no termina de darme la embolia tan mencionada</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">tendré que hacerme a la idea de encajar</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">del mejor modo en esta jungla de dolor.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Hoy sería un maravilloso día para empezar a hacer deporte.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">También para dejar de fumar.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pero es que hoy... es un maravilloso día para ver El paciente inglés!!!!!!</span></strong></span><br /></div><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290561056205336440-5728481598462868796?l=bolisdecolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200693124263728341noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290561056205336440.post-62300751183404696852007-12-04T14:15:00.000-08:002007-12-04T14:20:56.687-08:00Baja y vota o Entra y firma<strong><span style="color:#993399;">.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"> ♥</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Abajo del todo hay una encuesta</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">anonimísima.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Y recojo firmas por la libertad de las personas a elegir que música quieren poner en su móvil.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">NO a los autoritarismos </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">NO a las órdenes sin fundamento</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">NO a la tiranía de los insensatos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">NO a la opresión</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">NO a los dictadores</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">NO A LA GUERRA</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290561056205336440-6230075118340469685?l=bolisdecolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200693124263728341noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290561056205336440.post-74280519360364879652007-11-22T11:45:00.000-08:002007-11-22T12:02:05.180-08:00<span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Sé que soy una desequilibrada</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>pero es algo que me encanta [ dicho con la voz de Piero ]</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>porque cuando estoy abajo...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>estoy muy abajo muy abajo muy abajo</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>pero cuando estoy arriba</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>estoy muy arriba muy arriba muy arriba.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Y ahora mismo estoy aquí</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>eoooooooooo</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>miradme!!!!!!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>os saludo desde el cielo!!!!!!!!!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Ayer necesitaba desahogarme</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>y no me apetecía</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>También necesitaba un porro o un polvo.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Y si a veces no me corto las venas es porque no tengo tiempo.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Pero...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>ahora me las piro con mi familia a cenar una mariscada.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Y es que hay veces que una cosa insignificante</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>te hace feliz </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>y no te importa nada, nada más</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>sólo disfrutar ese momento</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>ni la falta de salud, de amor, de cordura, de tiempo</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>nada...</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>[ despacio, pero seguro ]</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290561056205336440-7428051936036487965?l=bolisdecolores.blogspot.com' alt='' 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href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-UrspGI2hrY/RyimzB8SmFI/AAAAAAAAABU/JUH8z_98wXI/s1600-h/CIMG5837amarilla.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127531571386161234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-UrspGI2hrY/RyimzB8SmFI/AAAAAAAAABU/JUH8z_98wXI/s320/CIMG5837amarilla.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Ni </strong></span></div><br /><p><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>tiempo pa cortarne las uñas me deja.</strong></span></p><p><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong> </p><p><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong> </p><p><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Lo de mi madre es más bien por guarrería que por falta de tiempo</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#993399;">que doy fe de que mi padre ahora friega los platos.</span></strong></p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290561056205336440-7047180633508495743?l=bolisdecolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200693124263728341noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290561056205336440.post-66409391729998175962007-10-18T15:47:00.000-07:002007-10-18T15:53:46.011-07:00.<br />.<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-UrspGI2hrY/RxfjTfx7iDI/AAAAAAAAABM/wdnjQxJS1e4/s1600-h/linea.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122813025245169714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-UrspGI2hrY/RxfjTfx7iDI/AAAAAAAAABM/wdnjQxJS1e4/s320/linea.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#993399;"></span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Que yo...</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;">no es por no actualizar, ni por no escribiros, ni por vagancia</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;">que bah!!</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Ni muchísimo menos.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Es que el chaval se ha enamorao y no me deja en paz. Que si cocktail para aquí, que si gala benéfica para allá, que si a recoger un premio a Hollywood, que si de cena romántica en Paris... que rollooooo</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Frita me tiene!!!!!</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Por ahora yo me dejo querer, pero en cuanto empiece con labores humanitarias y pamplinas que se busque otra pringá.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290561056205336440-6640939172999817596?l=bolisdecolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200693124263728341noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290561056205336440.post-5094907712892806942007-10-10T11:41:00.000-07:002007-10-10T11:54:30.322-07:00Soy indispensable<strong><span style="color:#993399;">Es curioso como un cambio en el enfoque de ciertas situaciones puede transformar el agobio en vanidad.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Decidí, como tan a menudo hago, y no porque me las dé de limpia si no de agonías... bueno pues a lo que iba, decidí darme un baño espumoso con aceite relajante mientras intentaba olvidarme por unos momentos del trabajo. No lo conseguí, pero me sentía bien, rememorando los mails, las llamadas de teléfono, las broncas, mi agenda, mientras ahí estaba, ajena a todo, viéndo las imágenes como una espéctadora en lugar de ser partícipe de la historia y fué entonces cuando empecé a pensar que vivimos en un mundo de prisas, dondo todo tiene que ser para ayer o como muchísimo para YA! Y dentro de ese mundo yo me sentía como el último eslavón, al que todos agobiaban, al que exprimen, chillan y aprientan pero... pensandolo bien, no soy el pescao, más bien soy quien tiene la sartén por el mango porque los tengo a TODOS a la espera. Pues eso, ahora que se jodan y que se esperen porque me necesitan, dependen de mi.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">JA!</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290561056205336440-509490771289280694?l=bolisdecolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200693124263728341noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290561056205336440.post-50791325033698721742007-10-06T11:41:00.000-07:002007-10-11T10:54:41.259-07:00de leyes y demás teorías<span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">- Traes condones?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">- Sí, tengo aquí uno.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">- Pues déjalo en casa y verás como follas, es la ley de Darwing</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">- De Darwing? Será de Murphy!!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">- No tía de Darwing, dejas los condones en casa, follas y evolucionas!</span></strong> </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120138884117399586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-UrspGI2hrY/Rw5jL_x7iCI/AAAAAAAAABE/XoSu49CtB2M/s320/CIMG6531.jpg.JPG" border="0" /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">basado en hechos reales</span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290561056205336440-5079132503369872174?l=bolisdecolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200693124263728341noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290561056205336440.post-24783760487556756772007-10-04T13:42:00.000-07:002007-10-04T13:51:23.245-07:00<strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>Creo que tengo anorexia</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;">es verdad</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">me miro en el espejo y me veo gorda</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>tomároslo a cachondeo, pero es una movida...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290561056205336440-2478376048755675677?l=bolisdecolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200693124263728341noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290561056205336440.post-12522883907254308302007-10-04T13:29:00.000-07:002007-10-04T13:31:11.341-07:00<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">Hoy mientras hacía cola en la secretaría de la universidad luchando por no derretirme ví a una tía que era tan antigua, tan parda y tan hortera que era hasta moderna!!!!!!!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290561056205336440-1252288390725430830?l=bolisdecolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200693124263728341noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290561056205336440.post-77983197263199148842007-10-03T13:42:00.000-07:002007-10-04T10:04:14.562-07:00veintidoscuarenta<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">estoy ahora mismo haciendo un sudoku en mi cama cuando de repente...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">piribipipí</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">Cojo el móvil presintiendo de quien iba a ser y... BINGO!!!!!!!!!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">"Estoy mirando la página de reservas. No hay nada </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">actualizado en cuanto a los precios de escuela y </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">alquiler no me sale ni la página correcta. Están </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">verdaderamente pasados los precios? "</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">Qué respondí????</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">" Son las 22.40 de la noche.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"> HASTA MAÑANA!!!!!!!!!!!! "</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#993399;">Por no poner un... QUE TE JODAN</span> </span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290561056205336440-7798319726319914884?l=bolisdecolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200693124263728341noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290561056205336440.post-19025070865123491682007-10-02T09:29:00.000-07:002007-10-02T10:14:20.809-07:00cerodosdeldiez<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-UrspGI2hrY/RwJ7yfx7iBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lqNo_BHsoUQ/s1600-h/cimg2485.jpg"></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Señoras y Señores<br /><br /><br />Quiero declarar el día de hoy como</span><br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><br /><br /></div></strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><blockquote><br /><p align="center"><em><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;">EL DÍA DEL AMARICONAMIENTO DEL MACHO ESPAÑOL </span></strong></em></em></p></blockquote><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Mi padre ha fregado su plato, vaso y cubiertos.<br /><br /><br />JA!<br /><br />Aún está a 20 años luz de aceptar la incorporación de la mujer al trabajo<br />y puede que se muera sin saber que los gays existen<br />pero oye... lo de hoy ha sido terrible!!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></strong></div><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong></p><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong></p><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong></p><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong></p><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong></p><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong></p><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong></p><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong></p><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></p></span></strong><br /><div><br /></div><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290561056205336440-1902507086512349168?l=bolisdecolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200693124263728341noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290561056205336440.post-7780076371264285852007-09-14T09:03:00.000-07:002007-09-14T09:11:55.452-07:00<strong>Si el tiempo lo pone todo en su sitio...<br /><br /><br /><br />... qué pasa con mi culo y mis tetas? deberían estar a ras de tierra?</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290561056205336440-778007637126428585?l=bolisdecolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200693124263728341noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290561056205336440.post-66353961067331340672007-09-11T11:51:00.000-07:002007-09-19T12:36:21.360-07:00<strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;">La mediocridad es la causalidad de la vagancia</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></span><br /><p><span style="color:#993399;"></span> </p><p><span style="color:#993399;"></span> </p><p><span style="color:#993399;"></span> </p><p><span style="color:#993399;"></span> </p><p><span style="color:#993399;"> </p><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">aunque, como dijo Al Bundy...</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"><span style="color:#993399;">"es bueno ser mediocre hijo mío... ¿tú has visto que alguien haya querido matar a Ringo?"<br /><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"><span style="color:#993399;"></span></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290561056205336440-6635396106733134067?l=bolisdecolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200693124263728341noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290561056205336440.post-15696729489030167532007-09-09T03:00:00.000-07:002007-09-09T03:06:36.228-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"><strong>Querer y no demostrarlo es lo mismo que no querer</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span 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style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;">al menos para el que [no] lo recibe</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290561056205336440-1569672948903016753?l=bolisdecolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200693124263728341noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290561056205336440.post-41825912089778130392007-09-08T08:46:00.000-07:002007-09-08T10:55:57.150-07:00rastros de ti<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-UrspGI2hrY/RuLElWXWInI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tytsJ0ENC7g/s1600-h/CIMG5798.0.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107861073329267314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-UrspGI2hrY/RuLElWXWInI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tytsJ0ENC7g/s320/CIMG5798.0.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Cierro los ojos para no ver com</span></strong><strong><span style="color:#993399;">o tus suspiros se me escurren entre los dedos</span></strong></span></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></strong></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-UrspGI2hrY/RuLFsWXWIoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lr-DtlnMcsQ/s1600-h/CIMG5848.jpeg.JPG"><strong><span style="color:#993399;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107862293099979394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-UrspGI2hrY/RuLFsWXWIoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lr-DtlnMcsQ/s320/CIMG5848.jpeg.JPG" border="0" /></span></strong></a></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br /></p><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"><strong>Y es porque aún guardo tu aliento preso en mi mano</strong></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290561056205336440-4182591208977813039?l=bolisdecolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200693124263728341noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290561056205336440.post-33145651953541324052007-09-04T03:00:00.000-07:002007-09-04T05:58:54.366-07:00Virgos y putas<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-UrspGI2hrY/Rt1WXWXWImI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TnqROg55VzM/s1600-h/Imagen055Brown.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106332511648490082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-UrspGI2hrY/Rt1WXWXWImI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TnqROg55VzM/s400/Imagen055Brown.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-UrspGI2hrY/Rt0tTmXWIjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fSLrnEDgvJk/s1600-h/Imagen055Brown.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Bocadillos de natacha con azúcar</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Vodka con cola cao</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Sobres de ketchup Heinz en el bolso</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Philadelphia en los perritos</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Barbacoa y ali oli en lo que sea</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Secar la ropa en el microondas</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Teñir[me] el pelo de negro con café</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Escayolas pintadas de cebra</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Extensiones de tu propio pelo con loctite</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">[ Y hoy en el día 247, ó 248 quizás, sólo nos queda esperar y elegir bien a quien debemos contestar ]</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Hay personas que no tienen sólo en común el horóscopo [ y a Wladi ] también siguen siendo el centro de las conversaciones en los vestuarios de equipos de futbol.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /></strong><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>JA!</strong><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">Felicidades amor de melón</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290561056205336440-3314565195354132405?l=bolisdecolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200693124263728341noreply@blogger.com7