has passed without a mesata I posted anything. To be honest I've never even thought of anything to post, never mind. Even if I could not have. Made with reference to the various posts on the quality of services 3. What has changed this time. Everything, or maybe nothing. I do not watch the news more. Always start with the news, this incident why was he murdered and the electoral law, the process short, Berlusconi against all, the book of Amanda Knox, cocaine at Paris Hilton. In the midst of tons of manure I tried to dig, but nothing came out, I just smeared shit. You might as well quit. I read a few books, endangered human life, the magical world of witchcraft and Ende. I learned the laws that govern the transmission of heat, but suffer the heat like a dog. One of those forgotten in the backseat of the car when you come to know and do not move more than Simmental. I learned the laws that govern the motion of the Flud and sudo it a lot. I learned the laws which govern the vibrations of the strings, but still do not know how to play the guitar, even the piece which is simple but porcogiuda how do you fuck my fingers do not do what I tell him to do. I studied the numbers and I have learned. It does not seem a great achievement. Supermario and I played for the first time I had the desire to finish it. Or maybe it was just an adventure to be particularly short, you know, these new games are always a bit 'too short. Or it was just easier than usual. I suck at playing Supermario. I get anxiety every time there's a timer in a game. Or in life. I did gardening. I stole the rocks but I could not go to the beach, raising my record four consecutive summers. The rocks I've stolen from the river mouth. Small rocks, not Hulk. On the other hand I feet are torn playing barefoot football on porphyry. I ate a few pounds of yogurt together in a few pounds of biscuits to those who think that only when they see an old man could eat. And yet here I am. But perhaps this does not violate the rule that much. Four weeks of study interspersed with sweat, little sleep and hunt mosquitoes. I learned to hunt mosquitoes. The secret is to not hit them while they are on the wall because the paint explode like a bomb and not go away, to stay over the imprint of the shoe. Just wait for the flight and then, bam, like a paddle with a tennis ball. They die instantly. They fall on the floor. You can wipe out easily. You take my blood, I'll take your life. Karma summer.
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