Saturday, August 4, 2007

Cleaning White Wool Shawl

sign of life

Mööönsch I've ever not seen the blog and the cool comments grad first discovered. Karl von der HOAL - I have laughed so much, thank you! Anonymous, you're also funny, full of nice!
love from the guinea pigs who have this weekend quasi birthday, so his one year anniversary in my care. A warm greeting at this point!

So, now I have to look first fast, which makes the Hugh Grant with the homeless and then I write something else. I finally checked namely, that the DVB-d-box works and it now has to make up for the missed watching television for several weeks. Cheek, just the TV to switch to such bullshit!
So now the film is over, most are dead, the rest is paralyzed. Was exciting.

So now I first repaired my socks. Ran on the dress I trust me. As has I clean my colleague recently burned a hole. We drove with his girlfriend in the car and his cigarette was flown from the front to me on his lap. Beautiful crap. The disaster was my dress, which is always involved in various bicycle crashes. Pretty big hole.
crap, because I had to think about it now? Now I remember that I'm on withdrawal. Today I again tried to quit smoking. And really once "Do not smoke" my pretty green book with the title on reading. But it's business as usual: the pleasures of smoking are listed. Relaxation, cognitive performance, anti-depressive effects, social effects, etc. Now I'm almost in half of the book and has this been all the time along. Then the negative aspects of advertising as such are dictated and yet so enumerated, that it already appears positive. But now it is becoming psychologically and lists people and theories that I met in my first semester. That's kind of nice, as if you meet old friends. Nonsense really. Well, you know what I mean.

So Icq may already be quite annoying. Now I can not concentrate at all here.

boooh now I know what is that smell Sun How could I throw the cheese in the trash in the room. Düftchen delicious.

I just comfortable place, this is so cool! My roommate is extremely annoying (I hope!) Went away for entire 4 weeks! Hallelujah, I must say as time! The others are gone too soon and next door pulls my colleague. Sorry, but the one in whom I am in love. But the'd pull in my room. Right now he is on holiday with Brigitte - obviously, in the name I accidentally delete the same way the whole set - with the fat lip: (The Old Hippe I'll throw off the cliff because I need have no butt, but now... I survived just one week of abstinence from him.

scan on Monday in the hospital they hare. This makes Dr. Killer, the name fits. The poor little old man injects a radioactive contrast agent and then be stunned and placed in the noisy scanner. Later also killed. And pigs will dwarf the still for that. Must be because that? There are already geteste, good contrast, as far as I know. Would like to release tomorrow night all the animals and transport them to good Aiderbichl. I have now even seen on television - there are 2 stupid women 67 small dogs drove around in a van and then stop there, done. Fortunately for the dogs. So - if you walk in the near future with 20 rabbits Focuslä drives will not even say what. Unfortunately, the owner of the Focuslä far away and can not incite me to criminal acts. Poor rabbit. The Lolle from Berlin, Berlin would continue to exempt certain. Unfortunately I'm not the Lolle. Had I but Lolle, I should have taken the Alex and not Sven. I would have just said again.

So, now I go to bed. Here's how it looks - although I have cleaned up all day. Well, what the heck. Good night! Now I slither of a guinea pig for the next birthday.

I can not believe it, writes to me now even perverse things. Crappy Yahoo! Nee ICQ can not got anything for it. As if I was not bothered enough, perverted science. Now wants the phone too. Telefonsex likely. So, stalled cold. "Sweet dreams!" Sweet dreams!? I will have nightmares now. Always harass the wrong one. Should the claw itself but the Brigitte. There it is equally uncomfortable in the Brigitte steps. The adit cuts. Oh no, that I may not tell. Now I feel sorrow. No matter. Good night, do not puke!

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