It is the morning of March 2. Are there bad snow's cold. Down the street, like 200 meters, I see a girl who leaves home to go to the bus stop. Usually it comes out when she sees the bus arrived in front of her home or when there are less than 30 seconds before the arrival of motorized conveyance. It is therefore necessary that I run like I never ran. That fact that I run like I rarely run my cereal, stirring just past the esophagus. I arrive in extremis, when the bus is about to leave the stop. I sit and try to control my breathing to not vomit.
There's a thread that starts to undress on the headphones from my MP3 player, one year and two months after buying the MP3 player. It reminds me that the basic guarantee of any electronic license is increasing its useful life. It seems that timers for self-destruction are subtly incorporated into the material for scrap it when the warranty expires to ensure maximum sales.During the day, I'm tired too bad I try to yawn discreetly during meetings, but I have a lot of trouble to do it because it's never easy nor satisfying to yawn with your mouth closed.
My Yellow Pages shares drop it to $ 5.05 during the day. I know this is a company of shit, no need to remind me, Pierre-Olivier. It's been a while since I want to write a text to brag that I made of 14% yield Annual with these actions but there with the serious decline in recent days, I had better shut my mouth.
Now it is 9:30 p.m. worse it is not even 20 minutes I managed to lull the baby. I can finally relax a bit and fully enjoy my headache and fatigue.
Y'avait If not 3 or 4 billion people living in underdeveloped countries without eating cereal in the morning, no buses, no job which makes sense, no MP3 player, no money for s purchase shares, fretless worse without snow, I could whine receiving compassion.
Unfortunately, poor calisses absorb all the world's worst y'en mercy left for me.
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