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Hi everyone!

Hello everyone! this is my new live journal. It 'been so long since I wander sites and finally the computer has allowed me to register!
I do not know quite what to write in this journal .... I do not know how many times I'll update ... xò you never know!

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ciauuuuuuu

Cruising Spots In West Hollywood

miracles sometimes happen

Okay, do not write here the beginning of time.
E 'which frankly had very little of interest to say, except perhaps what is posted on other shores \u0026lt;i> ^ _-\u0026lt;/ i>
But since today was made a miracle, I could not save you shout about urbi et orbi.
I LIKE AN ITALIAN SINGER
No, really, are things O___o
Abstract: Virgin Radio listening pleasure, because in addition to being the only radio that makes me listen, I know, Stairway to Heaven, I can also be used to uncover unknown to me.
No, I'm too lazy to listen to entire discographies to learn about a group
-.- Anyway, thanks to Virgin I discovered the H-Blockx: a metal band, looks a bit ', German (yes, because when it comes metal still there I end up ^___^).
To return to our miracle, for a while 'time turned a song that had me intrigued. I did not know who he was, as usual, because the radio did not say the title -.-
but today I was lucky enough to Beccaria was listening to streaming radio on your PC. And yes, the treacherous stream make-out song title and artist name.
And so it was discovered that with Niro-Liar.
And while I was there, and I always have little desire to study, I even made a little research. google.
's where the miracle I was saved before his eyes. E 'Italian. A fucking Italian Roman de Rome. And I already carampanizzo *___*

Does Impitigo Reoccur

bins scattered

10.30: I get up. I open the fridge to get milk. I remain lying on the floor for 5 minutes hit by the smell of rotten lemon, true status symbol of the house of the single.
Ore 10.45: I challenge the Mists of Avalon to go and retrieve the bins humidity.
premise of our bins and walk by themselves, once worn out, are always at home alone.
then, after having wandered around the house with disappointment because this was given around the bush, I realized that there was more anywhere.
11.00: they date back at home. "Tab, our bins has escaped"
Tab: "It 's because you are tired of being out in the cold and frost"
Me: "What unnatural mothers who we are "
12.30: lunch at home from my
Me: "But ', you have a vague idea of what happened to my basket of wet"
Ma': 'You "There!" The finger of blame Table
face with angry look.
She looks at me with innocent face.
Tab: "In the cellar!"
And then people ask me why I have a headache -.-

Size Will 7 Pound Baby Clothes 00000

I understand the important thing is I'm

I tabbed:
You are afraid that readers will not understand what you wrote, and then stretch endlessly explaining the last pile of ass.
I fear that readers will not understand what I wrote and then I read to you: if you know you alright ^___^