This morning I wake up in the mouth with an intense flavor of plaster, eyes open with the same ease with which one picks her up a sumo wrestler: I spent the night swimming in my own sweat, and I think I won a couple of medals.
The head is playing 'O' Sarracino " the music of "Cuccaracha," and I do not have time to say to myself: "damn! But it works, "which reminds me that in my dream I was the last inch of a man named Edward, who held the hands of people too often, his mortacci.
get down to the bar of the day, specially drawn at random from between my legs forty possibilities, like meeting with an old friend who I do not see often, the open air.
Let's talk about more of less, then I decided to get away and out.
while facing the inevitable appointment with the question: "why I left the house? " see in the distance of a trans
honestly scared increase the speed of the steps before you start thinking about all the possible ways to resist the advances of a madman in a skirt like that must really be something unusual: I like having the Hulk chasing, and jumping on buildings, destroyed cars and screaming like a madman, green for hope, just so I could catch.
He thinks for a dirty sock pink Hello Kitty to save me from all these thoughts, by offering a lot of courage to get under my shoe in thought ... what all
what I'm saying? Basically anything, I wanted to update my blog, and now I'm doing while I eat these olives to the Egyptian taste of chlorine.
Soon I will get up to stretch his back, with the bed that I find myself, I wake up every morning with at least one vertebra: from when I sleep I have accumulated at least one 60In vertebrae in debt ... I sometimes wonder what if they do .
It's still very hot, people are quick-tempered, quarrels easily, I'm looking forward to the fall with all his enthusiasm, with all its novelty, and the computer says something: "You want to help make office better ?
not even think about it, I go for a drink, here if there is one that needs help, that's me.
you soon!
