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This Sunday morning I wake up in a different way, solve a problem of mixing of the kitchen faucet, feel like the neighbors are doing, to prepare the assembly building of tomorrow, prepare a good speech in English when I will find myself in front of Mandela (Sooner or later) type "how it feels to be in the club Same peace with Obama?" Update on the health of a number of friends, make some jokes for the Christmas party, retrieve the collection of the cartoons of 2008 Calvin and Hobbes in the snow, delete any entry by Friendfeed, in short, to take care of my life.

But no shit, like any other day of this last piece of existence, something happens that he comes to straight leg in my life, disrupt the schedule, it gets everyone's attention. Forces me to lunch with colleagues, in line at the market, on public transport, not to mention radio, television and newspapers have to hear about his new flame, its outside, its a rude gesture, a trick his legal phenomenal, one of his jokes, his friendship very inconvenient, a business his bluff.

Even when nothing happens for everything I have to listen to a speech against, against a transmission, an article against, against a site.

I want my life, I want it as long as the government and no one was Fanfani if \u200b\u200bcagava.

Ikusa Otome Valkyrie (ova

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not send greetings copy-pasted.

Keep your fingers between your nice SMS that you're going to shoot all your contacts - including me. not fair.

I do not want to know if that bitch Befana takes him from Father Christmas and best wishes to you .
I want to know if you're good, you thought of me.

And if you do not send me Flash animations in which you elfizzato, believe me, my esteem for you maybe increases as well.

If I want to read an anonymous wish, well, I read the first sticker of the first store opened: the seller does not give a fuck to greet me, it's just a pro forma between him and my wallet.
If you've got my cell number, my e-mail or if you know where I live, well, maybe we're friends, or we were. They are not " a list of" do not want to be.

not about you clean your conscience with a message full of bullshit and written copy glitter. I want to read my name. I want to read something that makes me understand that the mail is mine alone. I do not want to be just find an excuse to eat a Christmas Card, fuck. I do not pretend that you take the pen and write me a birthday card by hand, sent by mail classic. I do not want to knock on the door - even though Christmas virilissimi can embrace without going through misunderstandings - hold my hand.

do not expect a coffee ol'aperitivo paid to the little bar.
not want your money, I do not need one of your gift. Just

even less time, less words. It is also a good
messaggino. But it's my best not otherwise receive nothing.

[ex PTWG ]