Bon bah now I'm going on tour in two days. I do not really know what purpose other than to lose money, and certainly my dignity in the process. But hey, I like to believe it. So the coup I have to find how to dress, because I go out. I'll see fabulous Glitches Why not mix in, it promises. So I'd like to look cool, but a little class, but not too much, y'know? And I do not know what to put. And I'm drunk. And then it you drunk so I'm sure. Tonight I
exactly 26 contacts connected on Facebook, Myspace and 11 of 19 on MSN and yet I'm pissed off at death. I do not speak to anyone and nobody talks to me, beautiful is the advancement of Internet communication like (oh I mean I V'la "Plok" Facebook, I have a friend!) (Oh shit is a ball) (yes I'm never happy).
So as I'm bored bah I'm making this crap article. And I sail on some blogs too, and they are people who come to tell really interesting stuff with a good vocabulary and topics addictive. I tell my poor life, read three Clampin (thank you, for that matter), which is rather not very cheerful. It's true what I'm complaining all the time, I often tell the same kind "kikoo I want to die" in short, is not great. Sometimes notice, I have bursts of good humor, which I'm light. Genre right now. But on 44 items y'en not even a tenth.
I want to read books full of good but I do not know where to buy. I like the classics but also new stuff, so if you want advise me / lend, I'm involved. These
time I do not really know why, my memory comes back to me (that's it, I drink less then my neurons grow back or not). Yesterday I was kind of train suddenly remember a sunset near Blagnac airport with my ex, like it was lying on the roof of a building and watch the planes go (yes it ' say it is beautiful). I almost textoter for once but I dunno if he still has the same number. I also recalled a shouting match with some monstrous Mr. stairs in Maxim's. I remember that I waited for him to "put the record straight" (I reckon it's my specialty), and he sent me shit severe type "I want to see you anymore hear from you coward Cluster me for crying out loud. "Then I'm gone, and I cried on the subway, Mr. worse after I joined the Truskel to apologize. Very funny this memory, especially as Mr. is one of the worst balls infréquentables I know. What he took me in that time (a year and a half note)? I do not know and I want to know. But it's cool to step back.
Anyway, good night, maybe?
exactly 26 contacts connected on Facebook, Myspace and 11 of 19 on MSN and yet I'm pissed off at death. I do not speak to anyone and nobody talks to me, beautiful is the advancement of Internet communication like (oh I mean I V'la "Plok" Facebook, I have a friend!) (Oh shit is a ball) (yes I'm never happy).
So as I'm bored bah I'm making this crap article. And I sail on some blogs too, and they are people who come to tell really interesting stuff with a good vocabulary and topics addictive. I tell my poor life, read three Clampin (thank you, for that matter), which is rather not very cheerful. It's true what I'm complaining all the time, I often tell the same kind "kikoo I want to die" in short, is not great. Sometimes notice, I have bursts of good humor, which I'm light. Genre right now. But on 44 items y'en not even a tenth.
I want to read books full of good but I do not know where to buy. I like the classics but also new stuff, so if you want advise me / lend, I'm involved. These
time I do not really know why, my memory comes back to me (that's it, I drink less then my neurons grow back or not). Yesterday I was kind of train suddenly remember a sunset near Blagnac airport with my ex, like it was lying on the roof of a building and watch the planes go (yes it ' say it is beautiful). I almost textoter for once but I dunno if he still has the same number. I also recalled a shouting match with some monstrous Mr. stairs in Maxim's. I remember that I waited for him to "put the record straight" (I reckon it's my specialty), and he sent me shit severe type "I want to see you anymore hear from you coward Cluster me for crying out loud. "Then I'm gone, and I cried on the subway, Mr. worse after I joined the Truskel to apologize. Very funny this memory, especially as Mr. is one of the worst balls infréquentables I know. What he took me in that time (a year and a half note)? I do not know and I want to know. But it's cool to step back.
Anyway, good night, maybe?
Mood: in a vacuum.
RB: The needle & the damage done - Neil Young.
Pic: Ashley Stymest my future husband.
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