shout loudly to say nothing girly break
I've seen everything. Your new head that contrasts with your latest color shirts HR manager. Can these old boots that you hang always been, thou hast trimbalées to Manhattan. A few blocks away, I have not stopped t'espionner. Whenever I walk past the apartment, I look at what is hanging in the windows. It's stronger than me, there is a part of my sensuality that I have never left home.
I do not know recognize happiness other than in extreme release of my knuckles broken struggling on a keyboard barely worn. Writing is my ship and walk away from the others. I'm suddenly a younger version of Diane Dufresne not seeing me on the sidelines giving the strange impression of immobility, but always in parallel.
There are no stars in my sky urban lights that ephemeral nuances little noticed. I remember your hands too shaky to hold anything. There was a time when I would have responded differently.
I keep feeling the cold between my thighs and I forbid you by the 2D image of the murdered man, for me the luxury of a life while you sketch your apple to the fullest.
You always come back instinctively in my worst moments of weakness. When I question my choices, Directorates of business and all the invisible door that is unpronounceable unreserved like clothes everyday. I have only one certainty, that of writing unto death, even if I pay for my art a bronze in silence sank a few.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Trac Vac Discharge Chute Install
When the bell rang, I was not dressed. Long weekend, and online job search has always a bad influence on my motivation to dress me in the morning. I tapoché a word or two on my keyboard and I would respond before suddenly is heard again and wakes the lover who was snoring peacefully.
The smiling courier who was waiting patiently on the other side of the door handed me a bag that contained a range of Pantene Pro-V. Obviously, we did not send me it by accident. I was contacted to try them. We knew then that I decided on my own accord not to use these products for quite some time.
My hairdresser told me one day that Pantene deposit a thin film on the hair that makes it closes and complicates the staining thereafter. Not bearing the natural color since the summer of my fourteen years, I preferred to abstain. So I navigate between the selected products with the seasons and moods that have a strong impact on compulsive buying.
At my last visit to my beloved hairdresser, just before the arrival of my Pantene, I learned a new range of color products to make my red redder should arrive in about 6 weeks. As this new intense color requires a partial discoloration prior to application, then it was the right time to fall in Pantene.
Products Tested
Expressions Shampoo with Liquid Crystal Red
Volume Conditioner Fortifying Care Exuberant
lightweight leave-in spray
Serum Smooth
I finally cracked the LCD Expressions Shampoo with Red. Texture and smell fine for me. I did not notice any difference in the longevity of my color or intensity, but my hair is definitely softer than L'Oreal products that I used recently.
Smooth Serum is effective, but can not cope with my spikes rebels. At this level, I prefer the gel relaxer so smooth holding extra TRESemmé.
products range exuberant volume I do not like. For once, we can rely on the adjective that describes the product.
I will complete the test with a visit to the hairdresser mid-December that should inform me about the impact of the use of these products on my hair.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Toddler Wrestling Robe
A Reality Check
When the pessimist becomes outrageously optimistic, we speak of recklessness. Insecurity is watching me, but I swing my feet over the void with an assurance disconcerting. I finally breathe despite suffering from mistrust.
I need to create sub a rain of obligations which I can not discern: Iphone, Fashion Television, rent and electricity bills. As if their list would ensure that I would find the reason.
Between the words we confess and those that pierce the eye of a real dagger, there will always be a world subject to interpretation. Once again, the desire changes brutally face. Time a gap which I want to get away for fear of falling.
I renew my life in small steps. Today I found a smile without drama and I did not want to end.
When the pessimist becomes outrageously optimistic, we speak of recklessness. Insecurity is watching me, but I swing my feet over the void with an assurance disconcerting. I finally breathe despite suffering from mistrust.
I need to create sub a rain of obligations which I can not discern: Iphone, Fashion Television, rent and electricity bills. As if their list would ensure that I would find the reason.
Between the words we confess and those that pierce the eye of a real dagger, there will always be a world subject to interpretation. Once again, the desire changes brutally face. Time a gap which I want to get away for fear of falling.
I renew my life in small steps. Today I found a smile without drama and I did not want to end.
Monday, November 9, 2009
U Verse Help Deleted Shows
5 year plan
Today I dropped everything. Everything my clumsy hands, so I wanted to keep juggling shoots a garden that I tried to maintain during the short summer period. It's a good thing, you know. I left the front door without notice and without escort. I ran past noon when I promised not to end my life here there while I accelerated once more step. It is that promise that, in the eyes of a mother, I was able to walk along the boulevard rather than its width.
I now dream of doing 9-5 in a sex shop in walking distance from my home. Emphasize my strong selling skills embedded in my darkness to twirl the ends with purple and pink designs of dolphins and octopuses. I imagine advisor or big balls while attendant accessories, serving Melody and Panic of my island, heart in mouth. I could perhaps be paid the minimum for smacking a pair of rounded buttocks.
I have no vision except that testing and experience. How to say other than the desire to write always win me over and get into the most obscure ways? My aspirations are elsewhere, far from what the ordinary gives me. Could we just force me in understanding my indifference to the stratosphere?
Looking back, the place for me to start a new life elsewhere. Little bird nest looking to learn to fly. Dream of snow and rocks.
Today I dropped everything. Everything my clumsy hands, so I wanted to keep juggling shoots a garden that I tried to maintain during the short summer period. It's a good thing, you know. I left the front door without notice and without escort. I ran past noon when I promised not to end my life here there while I accelerated once more step. It is that promise that, in the eyes of a mother, I was able to walk along the boulevard rather than its width.
I now dream of doing 9-5 in a sex shop in walking distance from my home. Emphasize my strong selling skills embedded in my darkness to twirl the ends with purple and pink designs of dolphins and octopuses. I imagine advisor or big balls while attendant accessories, serving Melody and Panic of my island, heart in mouth. I could perhaps be paid the minimum for smacking a pair of rounded buttocks.
I have no vision except that testing and experience. How to say other than the desire to write always win me over and get into the most obscure ways? My aspirations are elsewhere, far from what the ordinary gives me. Could we just force me in understanding my indifference to the stratosphere?
Looking back, the place for me to start a new life elsewhere. Little bird nest looking to learn to fly. Dream of snow and rocks.
Triple Beam Balances/worksheet
soon Christmas Market / Christmas market soon
already
already
Here come the time to write your diaries and calendars
the Christmas Market Franchaie the Castle! Sunday 13 December at 10h-18h field with our loyal journeymen: Jean-Marie and her son Béduneau, aces and foie gras rillettes greedy, Jacqueline Nowaczyk, great artist painting on porcelain and glass, Nelly Frank and David and their delicious chocolates, and "Algodon" and jam and gingerbread delicious (it also makes pancakes!)
course we're here with family for you to taste our drinks and juice grape Christel's brother, Patrick! A play area is arranged like every year for children.
Come and bring friends, grandpas grannies, cousins, cousins, neighbors and the neighbors ...!
Time to write in your diary The Date Of Our Christmas market, December 13th at Our cellar 10h-18h . Our Faithful Friends Will this Their products Béduneau Jean-Marie and sons, and Their Foie Gras and Duck Products, Jacqueline Nowaczyk, artist of painted porcelain and glass, Nelly and David Franck and Their delightful chocolates, and "Algodon", jams and marmalades history. of course, we'll be there With The family moved to you o wines, and grape juice of Christel's brother, Patrick.
Come with a lot of friends and relative!
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