Saturday, March 8, 2008

Tech Deck Shop Washington

weekend

reporting
The word makes you think about sad things: On Thursday evening, your information system extracts the data on your performance on Friday and you are on scivania copies of the dossier of your head, you esponde to public ridicule, and circling the critical writing on all copies of the percentage of performance you have achieved during the week. You are always between 70 and 80%. That is a disgusting, and you have to bill each month what is your gross annual salary. In this work 12 hours a day and you did also notice your shoe, you can see out at 8 AM and return at half past eight and a half PM.

last night were not supposed to see Kinder Boy, because his cousin arrived from Spain, then it is skipped and you called her hoping to see you. You had to cancel plans that you had already made on the basis of his own. So you said that you were at odds with your pride but you went to see him and bon.

Actually last night you realized that it only be enough: you did a round of calls / sms and you realize that there is something in you that makes you not create the network, but the reports one by one, and one by one. You're like Picasso's blue period, the pink and so on ... and everyone comes and goes in a person. Quit with

Yesterday you spoke of your usual literary speculation, then you've made love and you've fallen asleep: he had drunk and smoked a lot. When you woke up at about 4, he was not there, there was a message on your cell phone to one and a half you say goodnight love. But did you feel restless, essertene realized without losing it made you hurt ... However, tonight we go

Geese Giuliva with Hello Kitty and friends, and with France. Your friends are doing a little 'pussies of the wood in this period or you will be you who are more insecure for a variety of reasons. However, after dinner you should see your beautiful and his cousin from Barcelona to Refill. I wonder if men will be allowed in public places tonight. I hope so, because the other sex is almost your reason for living.

Now you go to bed, that Valentine expired you have killed the eyes and head. The song you're listening to is Santa Maria del Buen Ayre, and do you come from a town called Benevento and live in a street called Buenos Aires.

The life you're feeling so strong that you are doing wrong these days.

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