Son, as usual, at work. Tonight, the loaf to me are earned. And this morning I guess. Now, as is the "jelly time" are all at home. A knife (yes with R which is the only word I say, well, well with the L and R) are taken later, after coffee.
I feel sick, as it is very difficult for me to be pregnant, even if I have sbomballate menstruation, I feel that I'm getting a little bit of influence. That is very serious. If I stop, I am lost!
say "I am a free trader" in my case, as in the case of many is an understatement to say that if work does not eat.
irritates me a nurse who "will append whatever" to pick up the coffee, but never offers! Is queued even when no one has asked anything. With vague to get to the basket of croissants and Ciaffa! Pastarelle. And eat it goes. Do not even say thank you. I could not, so boh ... seemed decent. Sooner or later you pay only for me and I'm off.
I call the "nephew". The same stories. "But I had to call an hour after you?" "Yes, but we always do so much" ... Exit for the umpteenth time with the girl that makes him weep and suffer. That fills him with horns etc etc. E 'in the phase where he wants to love at all costs. O fuck? I do not know. About his business.
There are people that, even if you're not centuries, there's that tune that never dies. Type with some of my cousins, who little by little if we look at each other and we told you the truth ... We would end up in bed together, techila drinking and dancing on the tables. With his nephew, does not work anymore. In fact, it worked well. Not now. Something broke. I am offended. Since that time, I was disappointed. I preferred a can not rather than will do everything. I think I begin to understand, that between me and him, is he who most need me. I did not want him for help but know that they were still chatterbox, I was sorry.
better this way, let us take it to the Buddhist or the rich and poor: what will be.
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