Sunday, December 9, 2007

Toronto Ontario Buy Wrestling Singlet



When you open your eyes, first one, then the other, it costs a few seconds to understand something of what happens. Anyone who has awakened from general anesthesia ever more or less know what I mean. Before you move your body, move the eyes and try to recognize the place. No hospital, no sickness, no anesthesia. The bed is double, sheets and blanket, all white. The walls that color look dirty, chalky, and have some land marks and scotch tape that had been attached and removed afterwards.

The room is big. Facing the bed, a huge shelf full of discs, vinyl and others. To his left, a window-door which opens onto a patio with plants and lets too much light makes everything look closer to how it really is. To his right, he sleeps naked, giving back.

I want water.

still motionless on the other side of the bed, try to think of something other than thirst and headache. Try to remember how they were events.

Let's see ... events ... first the main street with the photos that were drawing, drawing they were still teenagers. Making it beautiful and made up fuck you to the camera. Girlfriends. In the drugstore, the kids, a text message, another wine, another message. Gearbox problems and to find the house. Finally, the party and nothing special. The dog annoys newcomers. The huge white cat climbs a tree and stay there until you go people.

was easy for her to be a little star there. Everybody watched, everybody wanted to know his name and talk. And contrary to what was intended to be, it was decided by the popularity and the parties, by laughing and verbosity. Like her friends, was most pleasant, chatting with everyone and was shown (although not necessarily was) very interested in what everyone had to say. I listened to the sentences of others with pleasure, with something like affection. Could not be otherwise.
drink more than the others and dance a long time. He loves music but does not understand the issue and seems to want to. Not worth it tell something about the band is playing.
He forgets the smell of cigarettes that will have the next day and the subjects took longer. Spring is her favorite season.
's late, sleepy and goes to sleep is the only bed. The boy in red shirt, maybe the landlord is about to ask if it's okay. Yes it is. The friend asked if he wants to leave or stay. Want to get up, comb your hair, put on your shoes, call a taxi, wait in sidewalk and come to your bed, which left a carpet of clothing and notes? I'm .
all makes perfect sense then. Someone tries to disrupt your sleep stroke her face, arms, talking. It is the red shirt guy. What is it, nothing, well this is my bed. I like the guy but can not wake up. Yes, think you like and the feeling is definitely mutual. T-shirts are removed, clumsy movements. I want to sleep. I really want to sleep. Events, there were few.
few hours of nothing until the sun floods the room and wake up thirsty. Finally, it moves.
I ache all over, and when I say everything I mean everything.
His muscular and the rest of the clothes go on the floor. He dresses well and looks just the portfolio, where the camera is, five dollars and credit without battery cell. Walk around the room to an exit, you see a bathroom, but do not want to look in the mirror. He stops a moment to look at the boy, whose red shirt is in the bedside table. should wake him, or leave a note o. ..
not know what to do, and does nothing.
Upon crossing the door, trip over the sleeping cat.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Is Marketsphere Unclaimed Property A Scam

Liquidity

(My friend the dancer, who did not know what blogs were. I imagine, perhaps wrongly, that the thing is more or less well. Of all However, more fiction made in a hurry, do not come and say 'what exaggerated, is not it "because I'm angry).
A little higher, think Silvina to ten minutes to eleven while playing the last grand jete . I have to go a little higher.

Try not to look at anyone, or Nariki Asami, Japanese star, or the beautiful, golden Inés Durell. Knows not to do so, a glance at her again the other mediocre. And Silvina never did. Besides being extremely stubborn, hardworking and clear in its objectives, nature gave a small structure, square shoulders, breasts, sparse, very long legs and a pair of arched feet, at this point already well deformed.
At six he made his first pliés , two years later he danced in the twelve points and got his first solo in the final sample: The Nutcracker. The academy where he had formed was important and expensive, and Silvina was always very conscious of the effort that their parents were going to continue year after year, even allowing him to leave the school where I was losing precious time.

Already at eighteen, started the moment of truth: ballet seriously, seriously contracts, theater seriously. I knew the routine. Getting up at five, comb, leave, eat an apple on the road. Arrive at seven and dancing until midnight at the Academy. Eating something in the center and the three enter the special courses to eight. Back home, bathe and go online to search. Record all addresses, times, dates, quotas. The Ballet of the Teatro Cervantes incorporates three dancers. Do not tell anybody, ever, because the more people will talk more and more difficult. Anyway, it ended up finding more. A race against time, against space against the ligaments, against fatigue. Sleep.

Silvina know there is another world, but ignores almost all of it. Do not know exactly how the powers, what clothing is fashionable, what music they hear on the radio, which places goes a weekend or what they talk about girls her age. The few friends I have are only variations of itself, the same concerns, same destination same body. Males do not exist, are these guys are jumping white tights and go together after class. Just approach them. Known for his raw, young women have boyfriends, watch too much TV and stay up late several times a week. In fact, she fell asleep at five o'clock the previous day: the rain hitting the roof and today's hearing was not allowed to sleep before. Silvina not entirely sure that dancing is what makes you feel better, but knows it's good at it and that's not good at almost anything else.
not stop to think, not want to. But sometimes I like to have a full day happen in the park under the sun, eating fruit, eating chocolate, eating much, ill from eating so much.

In the room is damp and are already eleven o'clock on Saturday. The wooden floor of the stage makes sounds severe deaf, under pressure from the tips. Knock, knock, knock. When the music starts they will not listen. Gouged and chest numbers: there are only ten and from now on be called by their surnames. All exercises will be bar and floor, and each will have the final three minutes to dance alone.

all happens very quickly, the bar, floor, Asami, Agnes and the others. It is up to dance and does it perfectly, every movement is running alone, all muscles, all teeth, all energy, all thought put into its three minutes. Also go faster. One, but nobody wants to eat.
Judges are five candidates but only look at José Kleifer, choreographer and ballet director, who moves from his place in the third row. The ten are called back on stage. Now we are going to say that all we did well and that the decision was difficult but they can only choose three, Silvina think wrongly.
_Nariki, Durell, Damia. Kleifer _Dice one time, almost without looking up.
_A other thank you very much, they can go. _Agrega The lady who sat beside him.

Friday, November 9, 2007

Where Can I Watch Henti For Free?

Output High Performance Ladies

We look behind and under all the little games and plastic tables. We asked the other children, the women who were inside the small playground, even the selling of highly concentrated kiosk that watching television. There was no case: Aldana was not. The mother, on the verge of tears, trying to fix something to blame her husband, a chubby glasses whose priority had ceased to be, finally, bits of pipe he held in his hand.

half hour before the Lord and I had had a brief discussion. "Sir, the boys can not stay alone," but this is not a daycare? "," No sir, are a recreational space, "but I come and go," you can not leave, sir, " "And you, for you then?" for anything, I think, and look the other way.

We do nothing, they told me when I was offered the job for four Sundays. We are there simply handed out the leaflets to draw pictures, give them a plastic helmet, a coupon for parents, an album of figures if they bring a proof of purchase (of course, we have idea where the figurines are sold). Employees, who work six days a week, they hate us.

At least there is air conditioning. After the first Sunday, one discovers a few things: it's good not to wear watch and get the cell to a minimum. It's good to try to get between people, disturbing all the parents with the stupid explanation of the mystery prize of Discovery Kids, it's good to smile at children and see if they have something to say. It's good to see his conduct as he makes some kind of experiment Piaget.

There are only two types of girls: the good girl, you ask nicely a leaf and going to sit quietly at a corner, and bad, that I require the help when it leaves them little flower or complain that this one takes the best crayons. In his mind, I am a simple extension of the nanny or the maid as part of his life. The two, however, draw the same thing: green grass, house, butterfly, cute girl, rainbow, tree, flowers.

Males, by contrast, are much more interesting. Each is very different from the others. They are the quiet, feel silly drawing, which will climb to the tables, which are true with lego waterworks, which they ask you how old are you and if you are married, those who miss their mom, and until you return the leaf to give them to draw and ask you to please make them addition and subtraction.

I'm bored. Especially when my partner (a lady of 27 who does something like revue) will have to go to trial at 5 and a half and I'm alone. I do not feel uncomfortable by his presence and his constant complaints that are still are still three or four. Ordered the layman, by color, size, organize pictures that go left, the pretty, the ugly, which must be disposed of when the end of the day. Filled with false vouchers. Humming the only item on The Cure to sound throughout Julieta Venegas afternoon between and Cristian Castro and try not to hear the metallic voice offering free courses wallpaper or power tools at great prices.

At seven, always full. Children do not bother me too much, except to ask me to tie the laces or peel them stick in the forest. Are many. His parents are around, watching them take pictures with the phone, conversing with them, they are. The cases of parents who complain because they can leave their children alone are sadly numerous. I do not understand. So much bothered playing around with the kids? I mean, it's Sunday, and it is assumed that this is a family outing, perhaps pathetic but it is a solution to end. Some of their children are very interesting, and draw funny things have superheroes. However, it seems that their parents do not like the hours to get rid of them, even for a while.

That happened Aldana's father, who despite my warnings could not stay with her or take her to buy the straw. Five minutes after they had left the young mother appeared with a hydrocephalic child, whom no one could stop looking. The woman, blonde, beautiful, quiet, offered individually colored toys. The little boy and watched. He did not speak, did not respond in any way. The mother was nearly ten minutes until he surrendered. I gave him a coupon, filled it, went hand in hand. A girl told me how bad it was his cousin and a boy told me he was getting hungry, when the chubby Aldana's father returned. His daughter was not, and I was distracted, careless or exceeded by the number of people. Never saw it.

When the mother came in and started yelling at her husband could not stand. I suggested to be called into the microphone, but Aldana has only two years and not understand that they are referring to it. Since almost no speech, nor could it tell anyone that was lost. The only option was talking to security for the look around the shopping and what they did. A two-year-old girl dressed in jeans and pink shoes. Despair.
appeared quite quickly and as they passed, the father and I looked, both filled with guilt. The mother took the little girl did not seem to notice anything.

Amid all the fuss, nine. I keep the helmet, pick up the drawings. I sent two text messages. Nine-fifteen. I put the lego in two clear plastic cubes. Along crayon bits left on the floor. At half past nine everything is clean and close the stand. I forget he wanted to see if Burke was the book in Yenny. I go outside, warm on the way to the bus stop. Elastica sounds in the headphones. At last. Do not think about anything. I have hunger, I have dreams, I have fifty-five pesos more than eight hours ago.


Tuesday, October 16, 2007

What Does Lymphoma Do

family home

(An attempt of fictional narrative, influenced by reality, and robbery with great Dorothy Parker and others)





Mrs. M. rises daily at seven o'clock. The employee has not arrived yet at that time, then prepares his coffee and hurried back to keep in the freezer, before the girl finds it. The same has to do with cookies and chocolates. After breakfast, sweetener, apple, white of an egg without salt, grab the car and leaves his home in the country. He likes it there, but gets a foul mood traffic having to endure every morning to go to the gym. It would smoke a cigarette at every traffic light, but more than twenty years ago he quit smoking. It's just so disgusting that a woman smoke.

Mrs. M. arrives at the establishment and greets everyone, including the goalkeeper, who at that time is usually crippled the wide sidewalk. "Good day Don José", says very strong. Not a question. Mrs. M. not think too good not to greet the doorman. After completing his two-hour routine of exercises, performed stoically always looking in the mirror, it goes without showering. Le disgusting the bathrooms in the gym. Not that the gym itself is dirty, or has anything to suggest that is not fully toilet, on the contrary, is what is best in the city, but still, you can always have a germ in the wet or fungi attached plastic curtains in the showers. Back in the car, looks at his cell, usually with no messages or messages of the employee, who does not know if the chicken fry or have them in the oven. This kind of thing exasperated Mrs. M., because the girl already knows too well that at home do not eat fried food. Cook should say no more, but then would have to pay less and be miserable. And it was clear to Mrs. M. nor would it pay the same and to do a task less. Besides, I hated cooking.
The kids come to eat between one and two. The clerk asks if you leave food for the Lord, but Mrs. M. says no, that gentleman is to eat in the middle. Do not know why that girl does so many useless questions. You know perfectly, Monday, Tuesday and Thursday, the man did not eat at home. So was difficult to remember that?
little boys talk among themselves or with their mother. In fact, all three are of few words. You mentioned something about rugby that resulted or will, other comments on the party I was invited this Saturday, the third complaint has to work to have that many partial week at the private university The three witness.
Mrs M A love having boys. She is, as they say, the queen of the house. And as a good queen, recall affects his room after finishing lunch. When you turn on the TV, quietly complains that it does not look good. "In this house there are too many TVs." Find another channel, one that looks nicer. Finally I found.
Then grab the cordless phone, which is always beside the bed. Called two friends to see if they want to go visiting in the afternoon, but it turns out that both had plans. Then call your mother, that has nothing to do but does not want to leave the house alone. Well, says Mrs. M, I will go there. Switzerland could bring the cookies she had been given the girls of the parish and were a constant temptation. Moreover, they could knit and play cards.


Mrs. S. is a happy woman. It has always been clever and has managed to successfully resolve every aspect of your life. And everything went great. Mrs. S. do not ever get up early. In fact, never opens his eyes before midnight, and when it does, and everything in your house is functioning as an oiled machine. The girls lying beds, carpets vacuumed, mirrors, shiny, clean bathrooms, dogs fed, the washing machine spinning, the garage still wet, without land or leaves. Then Mary took him to bed for breakfast. Wooden tray had everything: coffee, juice, toast, jam, white cheese, cigarettes and lighter.

was wonderful that Mary lived with them for so many years. It seems like yesterday when I gave the antibiotic to the girls always scheduled time, when I was arming the costumes for the act of the school or when she offered to make souvenirs for the party of fifteen of the youngest. Mary loved the girls, but they all loved her. Do not bother to nap or night, and if they needed to fix them or iron them something in particular, tried to do it themselves. He just asked that sort of thing sometimes super special, or directly, as they say, had no what to wear.

The girls had a busy life, and therefore also his mother. It was a kind thought and often said Mrs. S., who had a close relationship and good. His daughters told him everything. Mrs. S. knew who their true friends, who only wanted them for money, who were serious suitors who had no chance with her daughters. Also conducted many activities, and his mother had to accompany and support them in everything, which for her was always a pleasure. The school was looking for, take them to gymnastics, I wanted to find, take them their English classes, to the homes of true friends, to buy a little something to the center or parties on Fridays and Saturdays. And the girls were a sensation. Were not only beautiful and intelligent, but also sensitive and good people. They were always willing to lend her clothes and did not care much if I returned the shirts straight.

Mrs. S. I felt enormous pride for the girls, and that they share everything, including their experiences with love, with his mother. They were really friendly. So much so that when asked to Mrs S. how she was, she then said great, that the largest will heard that his horse was the most beautiful or just smaller to that day had sent her flowers a serious suitor. The people were good people, respected and loved around the world. The man was a known doctor who had surgery in Buenos Aires and abroad, but had also served people of their own people, including some poor, because, as he said, charity begins at home. Mr traveled a lot, everyone knew, and always invited to Mrs. S. to accompany him. This, however, rarely went. The girls would want to be with it, miss it, do not know what to do alone. Were so childish, so close to his mother, and that in a couple of months most start college. Would have to go to live alone. Luckily the youngest still lacked a year. However, in due course, and Mrs. S. know what to do to occupy their time. Would have to put the department, painting, changing curtains, furniture skid. And when all that was finished, it would be nice to travel once or twice a month and stay a few days, meeting new friends and new real serious suitors. It would be better for all the girls were not so alone, which is accustomed to the mother sometimes is with them, willing to lend if I need your advice and help.
Mrs. P. not going so well. First, was poor. He lived in a house coming down with her husband and their children. They were so close in age that seemed to twins, but she was eleven months older. Mrs. P. spent her days at home caring for children, who were really terrible. When one wanted to sleep, the other wanted to eat. Do not let her do anything, cooking, ironing or even quietly watch TV. At the end of the day he felt tired, exhausted, cranky. To make matters worse, when Mr. came about seven o'clock, I always wanted to eat something good and talk to her, who had no win. Then the master was angry and went alone to watch television, as Mrs. P. gathered the toys in a box and made sleep more kid, that was truly impossible. Mrs. P. I had no idea how they did mothers who had more children. No way of working. She was determined not to work, to be a good mother at least until they go to school. Anyway, never had no time for anything. He could barely swim quietly or weaving the odd pullover, which one was crying or wanting to play with a glass ornament, which she had to remove the hand.
Fortunately, his marriage worked well. The Lord loved her and wanted so much to children. Was lucky to have found, when it was practically the only single of his circle. It was true that she was pregnant earlier than expected, but then the man had put him happy and proposed marriage. Moreover, as he told Mrs. P. his in-laws, she would not be a single parent. And he was, what is said, a good game. It is true that Mrs. P. had always liked tall men and thin, like his father, but you never know what will be her prince charming, and although the man did not respond to her ideals of beauty, was a good man had a beautiful personality and worked hard for his family. Mrs. P. not always going great, but had to admit he was much better than before. He lived with his parents, studied and worked all day on weekends. The examinations and the thesis had that damn tired, and out both night and was tired of the same old places. She had a suitor who read a lot and with whom he sometimes came out. Wonderful conversations. But at the moment of truth had not shown enough decided, and that's never good for a woman. Luckily had appeared the Lord, for he was an accountant and will soon make good money. By then, the boys would be more large, and they could go out for dinner one day, or even go on holiday alone.




Friday, October 12, 2007

Bedding Red Cheery Head Tutle

10 reasons why GG was and is the best series

(Sorry no longer write anything elaborate. Is that I have three jobs. Jua)
  1. girls. They are beautiful. Haaaarmosas!
  2. Supporting characters: they are really funny, even those who want to kill.
  3. His references to music we love, casual and without excessive claims. "PJ Harvey is a woman!". Unforgettable. In the last chapter of Season 6 plays I have.
  4. The series takes place in a winter, with environments that are always welcoming.
  5. Max Medina is re cute. Jess is re cute. Logan is re cute. Bueh, Ponele that Luke is cute too.
  6. Lorelai, near forties, is fed chips and has the enviable body.
  7. Rory's look at the past two seasons (we can not believe that is the best student at Yale, directed the newspaper, have friends, have a boyfriend, work, dress well, be the best person in the world and even nails painted red, but it's great to imagine.)
  8. Every important event is preceded by many small, achieving a perfect pace: slow or typical of the novels, or the ridiculousness of The OC
  9. is a perfect series for any ordinary girl. This is easily verified when Rory falls for a playboy son of a bitch and ends up leaving for choosing a career.
  10. is a well made drama without resorting to killings, drug addiction, conspiracies, accidents involving horses or sex changes.
was a pleasure to be part of my life the last five years. So long guys!

Monday, October 1, 2007

10 Fixed Screen Projector

As Holly at Tiffany's

When I'm in the middle and for some reason I feel sad or worried, I go to any perfumery face and ask for Issey Miyake. Never prove another. Mrs. or Miss usually brings a box wrapped in clear cellophane in one hand and a large open bottle in the other. She grabs my hand and I put some on your wrist. Then I said, to my question, the guy 258 and the large costs 336, but I already know and, obviously, I'll never buy it. I am a bit frivolous, but I'm not rich or stupid. With a grateful smile, I go, I'm walking toward my house. And I smell well for 12 hours, or until I go to bathe. Sometimes, it is on the shirt for several days. When he leaves, I miss the scent completely, to a new situation like a couple of months later.

Friday, September 21, 2007

Men In Mic Rofiber Jocky

Sick of this

When you start to throw the tea, water and Gatorade, it is likely that the situation you have been a touch of hands.


(here I would write a long, well written and very sad post about how I'm sick for five months almost without interruption, on all the psychological problems it brings me and how I got lost and I miss wonderful and interesting things. But once again chose to lighten the situation. I'm going to bed. Até mais).

Monday, September 10, 2007

Average Women's 5k Time

Beauty and Happiness

do not know if there is a sense better than the tower, not as high as desired, new books, with covers of bright colors and wonderful smell waiting to be read. I love to do shopping.

How To Get Wax Off My Heater?

The war on cliché

A view to see, can anyone tell me why Little Miss Sunshine is a good movie?
From time to listen to during all of last year to individuals, mostly people I respect, saying "latenesqueverlatenesqueverlatenesquever", ok, they won. I saw her. And I can not even begin to explain the mess that I was doing. Sad they have spent eight million dollars in this.
A father pressed his family to be like him, Type A personality, even at the expense of their happiness . A mother who works too much, smoke cooking and hiding from her husband. A cocaine-addicted grandfather, a suicidal uncle, a sad teenager, a girl believed to be pretty ugly. The result? A dysfunctional family! But what original!
Next is a series of events not only confirm the initial presentation, this film is anything but new, much less profound. The family begins the journey in spite of having no time or money to do so, and including his uncle and brother (no doubt more cornered the character) are dragged into this without any need. Along the way, all sorts of things happen unlikely, encouraged by the father, who clearly (yes, yes, I know!) The end justifies the means.
has, nevertheless, a couple of interesting moments, like Uncle meeting with her former boyfriend, or the discovery of the blindness of the Son, and the consequent frustration that this brings to their professional lives .
But this is not enough to offset the trilladísimas talks, "life is nothing but a fucking beauty contest after another," let alone the disgraceful end, which shows a girl doing panzon and insecure streap-tease, thereby causing scandal in the mothers of other contestants (I too am shocked!) and support his family, which starts to dance on stage, forgetting the ridiculous and ignoring the fact that chubby can not and should win. (Incidentally, I wonder if there will be agreed Toni Colette from the scene of a great kid, suspiciously similar).
Message 1: beauty pageants are bad girls, the dolls become perfect and future sexual objects. Do not let watching television, and make them read books.
Message 2: Your family may be bullshit, but in the end everyone will love you and whenever you need. Humbug.