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... why then should I ever bring me as a piece over the weekend - this is food for friends of the hamster from a psychiatrist.
my currently too busy to do this prior to the rating of the male gender who has the simple function to delude myself that my hormone is still under control, an assertion that, in light of recent events, it is not completely true.
sure I can always appeal to the amendment of drunkenness troublesome, but given the tenor of my recent affairs, in all honesty I must admit that this hormone is actually me putting in a little difficulty.
will be spring? the urgency of the summer? the horror of proof costume that makes me think let me first intortare they see me in a bikini, when all is not lost yet? motivations, plausible or not, to my rediscovery trend cosmic hippie love abound, the fact is that they have abandoned hopes of rinconquistare mr. need not have any way discouraged the hamster, which continues to rage on the men, making my social life's pretty complicated.

rastiki instigates me to grow basil plants were not even men but I'm not just convinced that this is the best way to spend the summer. and it's fine that I deserve some fun after dark and gray this winter, but maybe at least select them better, this should be done definitely.
the fact is this: as in all the universes of the complexity and entropy are related so that the random encounters and responds to what could become a rule which is not entirely meaningless.
the rule is that, as in any universe, even in the buggy of my mind there is a gravitational center around which much of my time, my thoughts and my unhappy actions. and this center of gravity of his own, was able to create a category of male inclassificabilità on which I'm breaking my head.
because there is the family man, but not enough, that is only one of the qualities fantastic and dangerous this man that I have in love, and please note the bitter irony with which i say noun dowry.

for example, he thought, from which it is borderline, it could still be categorized as a marathon runner, then, if desired, is a derivation of a father and today I will talk about this.
are eight and one quarter in the morning and then at this moment maybe I have a little hard to put together the thoughts and write something sensible about the marathon, but I'll try to do that because my mission is to implement a very strict prevention and disseminate information to prevent the devastating effects of the conduct of these men - useless - on the psyche of us little women, body and soul of humanity. and please, for this last thing I said, do not accuse me of feminism eh. please, I'm feminism we do not need anything at all. open and closed parentheses.

then marathon runners.
here they are distinguished by having this tendency to just move?, race itself. and it is curious that at this very moment I have found among the synonyms of the word race to race speed, because in fact the runner is obsessed with competition.
for the marathon is always something happening so that he can perform feats that are running and if something comes with the timing of the asylum he needs, he'll be doing. he is not afraid of lactic acid, he hates to sweat and stink like a goat, he has the lungs of steel and granite quadricipide. He is a Stefano Baldini of heart but is not well understood to what exactly is running and which prize he craves.
or at least, the tragedy of my categorization is that classifying behaviors have no meaning outside to complicate life, ergo, men who boast of being thinking beings, linear and rational, in fact behave like the insane without being able to appeal to the amendment of the Red Balloon.
not, the runner runs for the pleasure of racing, and this would also suffice, if only for the fact that my incurable scioperataggine makes me charming anyone spend your time doing better than to loll lazily at home .
the problem is a marathon runner and only one, or that his race so dangerous tendency to flee and escape's got a purpose, in this case to escape my attention. and sorry if it is little.
now, I know that the flight is part of the game, I also know that is a certain na me hanging like the faded cloth, one with Christmas balls that my mother also boasts 15 August, and you will go, there is everything. okay okay, you'll have a little cornered, you want! I know that in me that something is not goes, but when the flight becomes a regular feature with which you interact with me then I will label this of the marathon you have to just attack addossoe I also hate you for it. I have to do you own a burn with nitroglycerin that is by no pussy because I do not see written anywhere Fightclub, you're not a disassociated with sculpted abs and even an obese survived testicular cancer, you run away because you have a metabolism amphetamine - and this I do not know what your condition has a congenital and physiological.
and come back. always comes back. this method is, this is standard practice, this is a rational practice, not a chance.
and although you always run in circles, then I present are just that little man Sad and heavy sounding the bell each time the marathon crowds and physical anodyne complete a ring around the stadium.
and the thing that makes me honor, because it must be said that, too, is that this activity from my instructor, this monitor that I decided to give his basis for that time and my time compiling statistics made me a ' for discerning the stadium, a card, a neophyte of aerobic sports, like a head ultras: the number one fan of this Gelindo Bordin feelings. and this is not good, because what you girlie you should never do when you find yourself having to do with the marathon is to provide attention, which let's face it, without shame, sport sometimes becomes pure exhibitionism.

What Does A Pinky Promise Mean

orfanizzarmi

I have a dog. My dog \u200b\u200bis called Lello and its main characteristic is to be a big pain in the ass.
Lello is a small dog but barks like a desperate living.
Lello is a domestic dog but the ferocity and reflexes of a wild subway sailed stray from those used to fight for their space and bone malrosicchiati.
yet for us, rather than usurp his place on the couch, have also made rounds on the uncomfortable chair, we ...
However it happens that someone is incredibly Lello bearable. There are people that I have heard many times: "How is a dog so cute ."
I wondered what they meant by that adjective, having come face to face, or rather, ear to ear, with its grueling bark. I concluded that for "nice" the courteous guests who attend my parent's house, intending to sustainable / passable / tolerable. It 's like saying, can go in two hours time we will be out of this den of lunatics.

The other day I grant that this form of generous and magnanimous tolerance is also often applied to people, and in this case to the undersigned.
You're all right, you are so nice , such as your dog's gone crazy, just tolerate you in small doses.
And down the attacks of gastritis.

My stomach is a powerhouse of acidity, or in the words of Chuck Palaniuk: Spunge are soaked in vinegar erodes (who has not seen a viacrucis least once in their life).
Why a few days ago I was politely told to pay in the same situation Lello, nice and pleasant with the timer.
In a speech on general panic attacks and crises of accountability, a young man handed me a giant clock on the rump and said: Give us a look, then that sounds when you're starting to break up the bales and better than you type back to your loneliness.
Now, I do not want me mark megalomania or selfishness, but there must be a link between the risk of a crisis of anxiety and the fact that you are attending, or else because they feared the apocalypse psychophysical while discussing me and you?
Among other nonsense that Freud said, I think that the only prejudice that is precisely that of free association, or not?!
So, I do not like to be associated with a panic attack, nor to associate myself to the dog of my mother who is essentially a creature suffering from hysteria.

There is just the story of the malaise that I did not come back, especially when it comes to me then say that I have to be away for my own good.
Why I nonvogliochetusoffrapercolpamia sentence is the worst part of the human mind always and should be censured and a good relational advisory.
It 's a damn disease, the excuse is always ready to come out clean from difficult situations.
E 'label which lists immediately a man in the "unwrapped" phylum: "fathers."

In my hamster with twin turbo forced cohabitation, I decided to make his intense aerobic activity to pursue my personal view, and given the recent misfortunes that have happened to me I thought it useful to organize a listing of features base to be used immediately to file every man that comes in front of me. Assuming that someone might jump over the trench of negativity and acidity around me (who is not traumatized by advertising purple aura of AIDS).
It 'good that my experience should not be dispersed in the air, after years of casual acquaintances and do not think it's time to abandon the naive and very hard to make selections.
Then the printout.
The tragic thing is that recently I have defined the attributes of the category "unwrapped" but not "on hold", and this is not a good start.

present, "to reject" can be divided into two phyla: the fathers family and that of fools not to go to war, even those dumb synthetically.
To date, the first I particularly unendurable.

A brief treatise on fathers.
Warning: The content is highly unfair.

The father is a man devastated by ethics and by morality. The father is a man perpetually chasing an ideal of fairness as the light in the dark. He must be impeccable in his armor of good intentions. He wants to take care of anything that breathes and moves, in a carrot hand, if you stick to educate the other, subject to error, lost the right path.
The father has a responsibility towards the human race, and that is why he can take care of him, because he is illuminated.
Essentially, girls, we are dealing with a spoiled egomaniac by Catechism, which aims to convert all costs to fairness, a man who has removed the conditional from his vocabulary to adopt a policy to close the present tense. He exists in its present perfection and perfectibility you with a copy of the Ten Commandments are always available, because they desire to evangelize HE BELIEVES IN YOU. He does not hate women, like many others, but pity, because women, like forget it, have a twisted mind that goes, like, set with scissors. And the scissors are in his hands and only in his.
Never for a moment you may think that something in front of his infinite knowledge of the human mind.
you in exchange for such diligence, you just surrender to its wisdom, which results in incomprehensible tolerate the behavior that you reserve and willingly accept to be discharged as garbage, just catechesis ends to your rigorous knowledge.
It is not very different from feeling like jelly Lello front of my mother.

The metaphor of the flock, the father, could not be more fitting and more uncomfortable for me, at this juncture. I can only bleat. And to dislike him even more because this man, who has really nothing to envy to pedantry and awareness of a mr. need, was able to evangelization of that now so well without him I do not know what to do.
mean that penalty. Twenty-seven years reduced to waiting for the administration of a revelation as the emotional unconscious in front of the Japanese Aum Shinrikyo nerve. The fathers create seven, neither more nor less. They will strip you of your autonomy and regimented as a soldier.

And all this to justify the fact that today they are worn out and which seem whiny, and if there were a couple of tar crack I desperately appealed to us as soon as this orfanizzarmi uncomfortable father who adopted me were not even a daughter of AIDS in South Africa.