Monday, February 22, 2010

How Much Is The Morning After Pill In Ontario

done this time and 'the last

and last night?
and 'the least I can ask by setting the vomit caked on my shoes.
will 'mine?
the fact that it is asking me means that the answer 'probably'.

just got up I go to the bathroom and I wash my face.
when I watch the guy in the mirror I have to laugh at him: it seems that no one has understood not to have more 'sixteen.
my mother goes into the bathroom and I turn to stare with eyes slit, and I notice them wide open, but the effect is severe.
asks me what I already 'standing: in fact the clock strikes seven ten, and that' very soon.
the first answer that comes to mind and ' "I know what the hell ..." , but opt \u200b\u200bfor the more 'diplomatic "mmm ..." .
she seems to understand and leaves me alone.
out with the dog, e ne approfitto per lavare le scarpe: almeno le risparmio questo spettacolo.

in realta' ieri sera me la ricordo quasi tutta, se mi spremo un po'.
mi ricordo che non avevo molta voglia di uscire, perche' la compagnia non sarebbe stata delle migliori: poi mi sono detto che in questo periodo di studio un'uscita un po' seria mi avrebbe fatto bene.
la serata e' proseguita normalmente finche', come previsto, meta' della gente ha cominciato a farsi i cazzi suoi: in quel momento ho deciso di superare la sottile linea.
poi i miei ricordi si fanno piu' vaghi, ma ci sono comunque quasi tutti: risate, chiacchiere, l'alcool che sale, la testa che si appoggia al tavolino "solo 5 minuti" , la difficile crossing the space to the counter when my friends say "go out" .
then I remember my friends coming from outside.
and I thought they were those who spoke with the bartender.
I say "KAN from, get out that you need fresh air," .
answer: "I figured, I'm fine ..." , and show off the huge smile on his face that I have at least an hour.
then I lighten the dinner on the floor of the room.
burst out laughing, and me with my friends, and with us the waitress who has been drinking all night with me, who has already 'split and three glasses and you' forgot to pay me the last few laps.
then I go to air. and water, because raining cats and dogs. I briefly
clean shoes in a puddle, and offered a kebab.
decline the invitation, we are lacking just that.
kebab after Luke decides it 'time to go, but I do not know what time it was.
then the bed and then nothing.

as I write this post every time I climb a burp-flavored rum.
I know that I would forgive you if you had said.
decides to break off here this tale of deep degradation (also 'cause soon my head will explode' in a pink cloud), but not before I apologized for grammar, syntax, and the contents of this post.

this' is definitely the last time.
pero 'e' was fun.
(...)

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