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Facebook, or what have you brought me in to do over Posillipo if I do not want any more?

So (you know that you do not start a conversation with "you", but I did ... or Beat me!) is already a month or so and than I started with Facebook ... I joined and I did mine! A continuous
between messages, people asking you to be added, which sends you hearts, flowers, tests of dubious morality and where you can be a "ball of a woman" like nothing, or be compared to movie stars of large caliber. People who constantly ask you to be part of their schedule so as to be alerted when it's your birthday (they are always in the usual three to remember ... for that matter!) , asking you to join a rambling group, absurd or fancazzisti (series I do not know what to do at work and then m'invento this!) and others will fill requests for causes terrible (exploited children, mortality of whales, disability rights, etc., etc.) where you can not refuse to adhere to consciousness.
And what do you do??
Links to all the same things! Also because to see what they send you, you must return them to others! And then you begin to select those that happen, which then are still the same starting with "a", as it is in alphabetical order, content and happy and you enjoy your work, your Ruzzini again! Ahhhhh .....
You just had a great idea ... yes, yes! But her nails clipped half an hour, no-o!?
Damn !!!!! Then
like a drug ... nay ... how could it be if it were a drug ... Put It also commitment to figure out how it works and how to create, to do unto others what you've done to you! Then at the end you can and happy as a clam Andorian (Star Trek ...) repeat it for weeks and go on until the nth degree, convinced of being the first to spread the news and known to have made happy all of your unlucky friends.
It also happens that the job will block internet or sites like Facebook, and you go to the sclera and abstinence because you can not control what happens and what it says and Caia guy ... but then it is a drug!
And in the end you ask yourself: but what happened to Myspace? seems dead! That is, there is still a lot of people (only some tens of thousands of millions ...) , but it seems that all your friends and acquaintances are "magically" move with you on the portal, or if you still have not 'you think you have to warn them with continuous mail "Come on Facebook." Because it looks like a war! It seems that the race would do to give you web pages where you can put a hand and call your neighbors Peress all one big family!
Almost, almost the sound of the bell, you say ... understand?
Let's enjoy a sea of \u200b\u200btulips, it's best!

Putting Up A Curtain Rod To A Steel Window Frame

Happy 2009 ... the hen the evidence!

Finally here I am! Here
put my foot in the new year 47 ... the year two thousand!
Since this is the first verse satire of the new year, I can only hope that all that is better than the old one! And girls need it, really!
not me that has become worse, not better but remember it well and leave everything behind. And behind (covered with a shawl covered in sequins) ! So
away on the top of this chilly January to make tests, co-co-de!

Mike Luzansky Bankrupt

E 'in the rain ... that goes a bit' of attitude!

This is a period of rain , coming down which is a beauty! Vien so much rain that would come out of the Arno, so that for safety do not go on strike on railways. And luckily! You know that I feel uncomfortable because in this period have become commuter!? For heaven's sake, I'm with the strikers who do it for those few who want to deny rights to a poor worker and taxed too! But if not done selfishly am happier ..!
But back to rain.
Have you ever wondered if when it rains you can still be polite? Let me explain
(said the sheet out of the washing machine! Ahahahaha!) , six of them in the rain with your umbrella, is raining incessantly and you're going along the sidewalk is full of overflowing water air outlets. You must be careful not to soak your beautiful shoes, not to clash with other umbrellas, to keep away the head and purse, then you could phone rings, you're late to work, you still have a little 'way to go for reach your destination. pedestrian lights are ready to take the red , pedestrian traffic lights ... not exist, thou hast come down from the sidewalk and you have to jump in front of the lake (apparently spotted c'abbiano Lochness!) , plus the wind is whipping from right and left (not politically, at least!) and you're soaking like a kitten out of the house! But there's more! When cross
someone else in your same circumstances, you do? The kindness you do to understand it and then try to facilitate it, hoping to be reciprocated ... or there and beat your umbrella clash with each other while still trying to cavargli an eye??

this happens to me! Now I am a bit 'over the top ... in the sense that with my height I who are more easy to raise the umbrella to pass another bill and I am the rain other than gently moving, but even if they take advantage, who cares if I bath ! (Son was a little 'convoluted, but I hope to understand myself made, I'm writing with the excitement of the thing!) .

Not to mention that if there is a puddle in front of I do not favor the move, but "your death vita mea" and I touched the wet Chanell suede! Not to mention the machines, it seems to make a tender to invest with the 'wave dirty roads! And you poor thing all wet rails against them until the eighth generation!
Then finally stopped raining, but the danger is not over yet! The puddles are still popular, despite the umbrella is closed, you find yourself brake suddenly (with the risk of making a disastrous fall to the ground ... and further soaked!) because the guy in front of you is twirling his umbrella behind him like a schoolgirl, was not even Fred Astaire! Or as you walk the points in all directions, fires the right one, without thinking of the danger that you're doing to all the poor unfortunate people, but within 2 of your feet!
But I say, can you? But regardless of what you do with an instrument so dangerous, no?!
but my mother did not taught you anything? What was lost between currant aromas and ??
... Oh God, I can understand it though ..!