August 2010

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Klucz Seryjny Do Mount & Blade 1.010

Summer sloping

The time has come for the preaching. It is time the great preaching. You see

, everything starts in testicle is the stampede, and those who are not here in Paris in August, can not understand what I mean.

illumination. So there.

On the Road to Honfleur

, because with a friend we had the good idea to go to Honfleur

the only day of the week where it rained all day Saturday, we took discussing the transcendent. Then we went swimming around 19h, water was good, it was great, and on returning we told stories we had read too well. It's a good car conversation to tell the stories of books. short. On the way, talking rather passionately, "It is exciting-a boy, and talking about life, everything, reached a major observation regarding the relationship between men and women

and was one of the few points on which the conversation was immediately quite agree:

men are cowards women are not independent.

Commonly, I hear. In general. Do not tell me
'y'
him, y '
it. "

It came to us when we talked about breaking this brilliant statement today. (Modern? Really? A look.)

Example: Yesterday, in the taxi, the driver told of crap (not really necessary to dwell on the details, believe me
), and while I answered the
tac-au-tac
, I retorted:
"What there? You just dumped by your boyfriend or what? " In this case yes, but I could not see the report. (I did not tell him eh. I told him What?
) It tells me it's only because I seem edgy.
So I realize even more consideration: it is believed that men are the only reason the moods of women. I told him that I could
take me a pie by my father, being lesbian, or having my period (it was also the case), a toothache, be depressed and I know that . I even said that if it found, was a man. I am "ok
,
ok", and we do not talk anymore.

I rethought immediately to discussing with my friend, I told myself that the worst is that nothing can happen to a more terrible than to be independent flank with a coward, and vice versa: a coward suffer so much with a girl kind of stuck his heels ... It's good for endless dilemmas. In addition, this formula may be turning in all directions and still remain, however faulty: = +-dependent loose cheum dependent + = coward coward suffering + = independent water separation flange
brave + dependent = not not do it

You See what I mean? Never anything good in the equation with a coward and / or self-

not in the batch.

This leading it, I have so much stuff to do at this point in my life, like being more independent (that, for example!), I decided to make

abstinence until 2011.

Emotionally I mean.

(Regarding abstinence, I have not decided yet.)
In my Mifa my aunts marrent well, and Paris are launched.

This is the first time I decided not to get into a love story ... There are times when I tried, wanted, not wanted, however, decide that frankly
niet

, a guy will not pass my door, or at least not to leave his
tooth brush to is brand new. I long been as allergic to commitment, but that I resolved with time. There, we just do not be like those chicks
, and almost all are like that, who think, feel, and smell boy.

I'm like that much, I love boys, but now it's time I prefer myself. Honestly. So there. If I have not titled this post "Abstinence 2011" is only afraid of being enticed by the bizarre religious associations from Twilight
, pseudo Protestant, and advocating this kind of thing. I want to enlist someone in this incredible experience, unforgettable and unimaginable for me that does not single follows almost twelve years. Yes, this is not how to speak, it does make
twelve
mess that I have not spent more than a month without doing anything with a male counterpart.

So I try to personally experience, to see if it'll be fun. Four months before me (strictly forbidden to make a gang bang
forward for the first year.) It promises to be funny, sure.

I can tell you for now, I had a pleasure to feel free, go to the sea, dancing, laughing, and not necessarily only, on the contrary, only with a smile knowing that I will not be touched too much and sleep like a saint in my white sheets. With the idea of owing anything to anyone. I too old to drive a shovel because I was paid two shots

. I'm pretty old soon.

To conclude, I knew that changing the name of my blog, and add "pray for me" would make me so many effects. But anyway. This gives me almost want to say amen

. Too bad I'm not a monotheist.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Ernie Draw November 2010

And you'll be a Man, my son. Bergman syndrome

A recent study

observed that if a couple divorce, it affects those around him so he encourages other couples to divorce. What this study shows is that divorce is a social phenomenon, like
tattoos, piercing the

, fuck before marriage. Divorce can become, within a group of friends, a fad.

Good question. Come see the meadow next door.

Move over

dear, I better look over your shoulder. Personally, I think this idea as old as history: the decisions of others, the lives of others, bring us constantly ourselves. It's cathartic, thanks to them, or because of them, it is challenging, it borders on the risk, it flirts with doubt. It is a bit of fags, living by proxy, or so low suggestible, or simply too human. This idea is beautifully illustrated in
Scenes from a Marriage
by this great monster,
Ingmar Bergman
, Who managed to show the time of a movie a couple's life. This is the first disturbing element of the film, launching a domino effect, what I call Syndrome

Bergman: a couple of friends of the protagonists splits = disturbance inside for everyone. For a window opens, another horizon is possible: it is engulfed all. Initially, the tranquility of a charming two-ritualized life. We are nerds

, we read, it is assumed not to fuck like pigs every night, because we are in complete comfort. Mental, physical, fitness is equated with our choices. We loved, we got married, pass me the salt and I come home late tonight. And good night darling.

But the announcement of the divorce of their respective best friends, she is disturbed. Even too. It sounds like his marriage collapses, and he does not understand. It's hard to console really, as it does not get it legitimacy, logic, force its collapse. When friends we separate, we separate ourselves

a bit, we try not to sink to this wave of independence libertarian approach, but it's like French Revolution, the monarchies were around lest it contaminate the

We all want to believe that our friend is a man emotionally intelligent. Wrongly. I'm not talking about stereotypes here, but examples. I know a thousand. We all know a thousand.

We fled the old boat. We want to make the jet. Normal. And we firmly believe that this is the best decision, since it was taken, so we influence others. We want to open their eyes. They want their property. Really.

You do not have to make you shit your whole life with the same problem. The same guy. You deserve better. You get tired. is not the end of the world. It feels good.

If it goes over you, to stop the charges.

No kidding, but we're not at the casino there.
And frankly, the grass is always greener elsewhere, since it arrives with a fresh look. It's like a vacation: it gets off

all. It's a fresh start.

Instead, I want to say that this is only the beginning of an old, same old. We just want to forget a little chorus.

But, when we do well, we like nothing. Simple as that. Except I can not explain why the attenuation of a feeling is contagious. Limit
something girl:
'll buy on ebay

? I should be tested. You've had enough of your cad? Me too.

on the beginnings of a relationship. The beginnings are shitting me, everything that goes wrong in depth things

bored. So silly flirtations when you bite his tongue rather than barking his opinion, the vagueness of love in which everyone indulges

to the premise of a story, very little for me. But obviously I've already crossed so, for nothing, for another, to make me a smoothie fresh grass, because my panties wet over for an unknown idiot.

But it does stop, this ride? Never? I know some couples who found themselves. Who are amazing they are so beautiful together. Which are references for us, at least for me, finally, for those couples who live shaky and far from being purely cinematic. For example, my brother made this clip:

Gush
- Let's

Burn Again

Lots of couples hugging and everyone roll their shovels was the only direction for the extras I was appearing on the filming that day . With my guy. It was very cool, we drank beer, ate tomatoes and chips. It was wheeled excavators. A little embarrassed. We did as we could, but a little too much, we tried to be nice but we'll never know what gives on glossy paper. We have not been selected for installation. To believe that we are not photogenic movie-romantic-. It is simply I think modest. Brief. It Hits was arriving there. We were surrounded by couples who do it very well: to search the mouth thoroughly. Touching everywhere. Couples uninhibited about what they are. Aware

.

references. Couples hyper cool.

Couples who seem strong.

Couples beautiful.

And when the rumors of a separation near flanchent when friends are reluctant, to tremble We fuck the chips, you get to dinner we cut the small torque at assembly and debate. To try to understand. View

interests, limits, and perhaps despite ourselves we dream, the fantasy is there, we do not necessarily want but still, such a departure is a golden opportunity: the pure Hart to Hart.

It starts the dishwasher, you go into the lounge mater film.
And it remains unanswered: who's next?