happy because the sun is shining?
relaxed because it's Friday?
lucky because the house is intact and those of mothers who have felt the damned bad version of spider man did not broken his neck but I hope that you have taken a nice gore?
nauseated by the amount of grain that I gulped down the last few hours together with little solid substances that relieve strain on the mucosal injury of my little mouth but in return buffered little side effects of the antibiotic order?
fascinated by the prospect that clog my culinary weekend, I state that I hate cooking and the like?
excited about the new work, especially during the bridge when I did not even forcing myself nothing, but nothing to do and then boredom reigns supreme and I do not know what to look online to show a minimum of interest and not the usual face malmostosa me is when I break the balls?
fibrillation because of the books I read that I would like to increase more and more greedy and I envisage evenings of pages to say nothing of the pearls of the films that have managed to recover and that will make the monster's absence more bearable, or at least not tearful?
want to go home I want my house and my bed
want to pack up all the bad thoughts that spin around in my head when that head is not engaged in rewarding (read other people's blogs can be defined as such?)
want the skirt in black jersey, which comes not from h & m in size and that fear is the only thing vaguely mettibile among the filth that clogs the latest version of the Subway store in Sweden.
want to sleep 48 hours pre embraced Paul
to my plate I be tired as a damn today
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