my return from holiday today: they have been around the Mediterranean on a giant ship for 10 days (poor). I was given the task (not at all unpleasant) to look after the trio grandmother-dog-house, with deleterious results for my patience and my coronary arteries, but oh well, now it is gone.
I started a solo career (to stop sexual jokes, ok?) For that concerns the work, and how it happens in the best traditions, there from Christmas parties to a friend needed a urgent issue, and I have worked for the bank holidays. But eventually the matter was really urgent, and then when a part of mica can spit in his hand, so I'm so felicerrimo.
seems to have already found something else to be taken, by then, there are good conditions. And then wake up and go to work in his underwear (which pretty picture, eh?) Limited to one meter from your bed is, objectively, that's cool.
last night that very good person to Skarfo brought me my new, brilliant and beautiful I-Pod Shuffle. Now I'm composing the hit list to go jogging in the morning, which proved to be a pretty good to me. I have to understand when and where to put the pieces, balancing the content, delivering the charge but without co sparingly me wait too long, a big job, in fact.
All this makes me very high fidelity, which in the end I'm sorry.
This Christmas and New Year I have only just digested. Ah yes. I spent a little bit.
E 'that are slow in these things. The holidays are always so dangerous, you want to mangiazza continuous, insistent want to swill (which is perhaps worse), want to revise a lot of people, and is not always a good thing. There are corners that should remain buried in place, but they do not, well, there seems to be a team of cavers dwarf dressed in red had the task to dig up everything you've diligently removed from your head, also because of the wonderful chance to forget, which is not always granted us poor fools.
However, planet Earth, everything as usual and I arrabatto smanaccio not to drown.
What then I wonder: in the end, everyone is hard to stay afloat, but it is worth it?
I started a solo career (to stop sexual jokes, ok?) For that concerns the work, and how it happens in the best traditions, there from Christmas parties to a friend needed a urgent issue, and I have worked for the bank holidays. But eventually the matter was really urgent, and then when a part of mica can spit in his hand, so I'm so felicerrimo.
seems to have already found something else to be taken, by then, there are good conditions. And then wake up and go to work in his underwear (which pretty picture, eh?) Limited to one meter from your bed is, objectively, that's cool.
last night that very good person to Skarfo brought me my new, brilliant and beautiful I-Pod Shuffle. Now I'm composing the hit list to go jogging in the morning, which proved to be a pretty good to me. I have to understand when and where to put the pieces, balancing the content, delivering the charge but without co sparingly me wait too long, a big job, in fact.
All this makes me very high fidelity, which in the end I'm sorry.
This Christmas and New Year I have only just digested. Ah yes. I spent a little bit.
E 'that are slow in these things. The holidays are always so dangerous, you want to mangiazza continuous, insistent want to swill (which is perhaps worse), want to revise a lot of people, and is not always a good thing. There are corners that should remain buried in place, but they do not, well, there seems to be a team of cavers dwarf dressed in red had the task to dig up everything you've diligently removed from your head, also because of the wonderful chance to forget, which is not always granted us poor fools.
However, planet Earth, everything as usual and I arrabatto smanaccio not to drown.
What then I wonder: in the end, everyone is hard to stay afloat, but it is worth it?
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* EDIT: Oh my God! Contact occurred. AMICHEEEEEEEEEE! Die of inviDDia!
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