... 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.
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.
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