OH HEAVENS!
... what a time ... every Sunday is a confirmation / baptism / communion of some cousin, my mom obviously took advantage of these rare, say unique opportunities to meet its Freudian desire to see me dressed like Alice in Wonderland, which then end up looking like the Cheshire Cat + and more!
The average duration of lunches ranges of 6 to 7 hours, the number of unused flatware and glasses and without a reason to be on the table is the disproportionate ... relatives useless and vaguely bourgeoisified assholes whose sole topic of conversation your love life and what will you do after school are a lot more of them than I remember ...
... then when they discover that no, I do not have a "boyfriend" and no, I have not decided what to do after they are disappointed as he was leaving of their miserable lives and have you feeling exhausted as a basis for conversation to go ask my brother how things go with the ever-present girlfriend who laughs and whispers something like "well thank you" and with the university.
What then when I tried to say that my dream was to study in France or do journalism and then travel to the world to make documentaries and write something I have looked at all like I said it would make a stripper at a night club ... do hunger was the comment ... thanks ... I already knew
And I'm always one among a myriad of married couples and ammarmocchiate a bit ... 'Bridget as the baptism of Magda and Jeremy ... but without a Mark Darcy.
And I'm collecting a series of disastrous day: the other day that evil bitch of a teacher mate has trimmed two media that makes the whole class for not doing a task that has never given ... I hate are starting ... the checks and searches, it rains all the time, I have a headache, I absurd things happen, I feel like shit ... and worst of everything ... but wanting a holiday with all my ardent soul, yet you yearn for those few days of independence in Paris will have to spend many more at the beach with my whole family, and when I say whole I mean "Desperately All" also ... who has nothing to do ... I already see them playing hide and seek between the Bungalow ... and kiss as the sun sets over the sea ...
At sea, yes, but not much loved in the Riviera ... my second home ... we'll go somewhere ç____________ç
remote desolate place full of beaches, free forms of human life ... at least I do not have to worry about the test suit ...
The Last Battle consist in the possession of the house on the lake ... to the right of x singletudine misery for me and my friends ... if so I will not be on a hunger strike, which would make me too well! Or do I register for a scout camp! Cmq helmets the sky did not even go to the lake with my absolutely ... no ... he goes for the dignity of my almost 18 years!
And then there's me that PP is a bit 'messed up ... is my friend for a lifetime, those always kind and helpful, but not seen him for quite awhile and when I met him in the center I found very nice and after that has accompanied me for over 3 hours of shopping tours for women to find a gift that then I found, I thought it was very nice, and when he told me to call and see us again I began to think that the day I was really upset and dressed to the "balls that I go out but I do cmq" and this is not a good thought with PP because I never worried about these things!
... certainly is not beautiful and fascinating as P. but it is much nicer and much less if the rolls ... oh, well ... obviously I have not called Que Sera Sera ... oh well ... but in the seventh grade he liked very much ... and if he liked in the seventh grade with the unit, short hair and 5 pounds heavier ... maybe there is still a small chance that ... I call him?! bho ...
^_______^ but enough! I wrote too much!!
Better go and study. ... Verification of vaguely Latin distresses me!
Kisses to all those who have come to read this far ... this useless verbiage ^_______-
... then when they discover that no, I do not have a "boyfriend" and no, I have not decided what to do after they are disappointed as he was leaving of their miserable lives and have you feeling exhausted as a basis for conversation to go ask my brother how things go with the ever-present girlfriend who laughs and whispers something like "well thank you" and with the university.
What then when I tried to say that my dream was to study in France or do journalism and then travel to the world to make documentaries and write something I have looked at all like I said it would make a stripper at a night club ... do hunger was the comment ... thanks ... I already knew
And I'm always one among a myriad of married couples and ammarmocchiate a bit ... 'Bridget as the baptism of Magda and Jeremy ... but without a Mark Darcy.
And I'm collecting a series of disastrous day: the other day that evil bitch of a teacher mate has trimmed two media that makes the whole class for not doing a task that has never given ... I hate are starting ... the checks and searches, it rains all the time, I have a headache, I absurd things happen, I feel like shit ... and worst of everything ... but wanting a holiday with all my ardent soul, yet you yearn for those few days of independence in Paris will have to spend many more at the beach with my whole family, and when I say whole I mean "Desperately All" also ... who has nothing to do ... I already see them playing hide and seek between the Bungalow ... and kiss as the sun sets over the sea ...
At sea, yes, but not much loved in the Riviera ... my second home ... we'll go somewhere ç____________ç
remote desolate place full of beaches, free forms of human life ... at least I do not have to worry about the test suit ...
The Last Battle consist in the possession of the house on the lake ... to the right of x singletudine misery for me and my friends ... if so I will not be on a hunger strike, which would make me too well! Or do I register for a scout camp! Cmq helmets the sky did not even go to the lake with my absolutely ... no ... he goes for the dignity of my almost 18 years!
And then there's me that PP is a bit 'messed up ... is my friend for a lifetime, those always kind and helpful, but not seen him for quite awhile and when I met him in the center I found very nice and after that has accompanied me for over 3 hours of shopping tours for women to find a gift that then I found, I thought it was very nice, and when he told me to call and see us again I began to think that the day I was really upset and dressed to the "balls that I go out but I do cmq" and this is not a good thought with PP because I never worried about these things!
... certainly is not beautiful and fascinating as P. but it is much nicer and much less if the rolls ... oh, well ... obviously I have not called Que Sera Sera ... oh well ... but in the seventh grade he liked very much ... and if he liked in the seventh grade with the unit, short hair and 5 pounds heavier ... maybe there is still a small chance that ... I call him?! bho ...
^_______^ but enough! I wrote too much!!
Better go and study. ... Verification of vaguely Latin distresses me!
Kisses to all those who have come to read this far ... this useless verbiage ^_______-
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