Tuesday, December 18, 2007

How Do I Reinstall My Sound

happy and confused.





am a little confused at this time. and how you had me in a storm, waves that crash against the rocks, always suspended between the joy and serenity stupid drowsiness.



particular I want to diuretics and laugh out loud, but laugh out loud until he lost breath



embrace the new and old people close to me, and tighten.





because I have deadlines that will engage my brain and give you an order, rimmergendosi in total chaos from which they suffer, but also fair. will now have to manage my days without appointments and things to do, to cultivate new relationships, and I realized that face again in the life of relationships with the willingness to deepen as they once did are really thousands, and I do not know seriuscirò to manage them all.





lost here. Where to begin? is the fatal question that plagues me in those days. a thousand things lasiate outstanding ... from having to return.





I started to read from back home in a chair next to Finistra and on the couch.


primissma but a small thing. we'll see how it goes the other.





then now there's the anxiety and confusion of the Christmas holidays that exhausted me terribly.





make gifts then it gives me a problem, but that makes me happy. simply because the gift must be perfect, if not better not to. and make a perfect gift you must know the recipient, his daily life and so on. and so we return to the starting point. my relationships with the world.




however I want to laugh, laugh out loud, at least the gate breathless.






Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Kumho Road Ventur Mt Tread Life?

children do not look: the thing for Christmas is great. Bertolt Brecht


Here

has arrived ...

but no, he is too thin ...

but what are those?

oh my god! Santa Claus has become a Pupa Christmas to wish you a sexy Christmas!

But when this transformation happened? Piaceràlo children himself? tits garters and provocative poses?

now that's what the native is perceived: as a gift become sex bombs for your husbands.

and if you can not afford .... we care nothing.

A MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL NEXT (waiting for the coal brought it a Playboy bunny).