What Do You Wear Under A Singlet

why they do not work at NASA

There are works that one can do and others do not.
I work no liability, for example.
do not talk about responsibility in general, those responsibilities can weigh up and deal with a cigar in his mouth, his eyes serious and staid hero.
so I can take responsibility my time, so to speak.
For those I'm in, no problem, so if I can carve out a few minutes between one and the other crap I always find a way to blame someone. The responsibilities
real ones, however, do not let me look. Those things that are worth living and are decided on the edge of a razor, so to speak. Type "do this in Piso end of the rope that will keep me hanging on the brink not so much because I know that the spring". Or "leave it to the Flat delicate task to calculate the trajectory of the space shuttle re-entry, who could not make the mistake of a degree that will bounce the astronauts in the infinite sidereal void."
Here, do not ever make mistakes like that. Hello spaceship.
Buttons do not crush, reflexes to keep ready, glasses do not break. I'm clumsy, I think of my cock and I finally gave up a possible career as a ninja.
type that the other day I had to open the door to the very old stove, the one with the handle that glows for scrap.
So I take the pliers with your right hand, I absent-mindedly to something useless like the bitumen sarchiapone of the Andes and I open the door to the left.
smell of chicken, interesting fsssst of the flesh against iron and an evil that I have not found suitable curses.
Please, I do pamper and dress and fingers are almost healed. In addition they are exempted for a couple of days transport of wood for obvious motor deficiencies.
But I can not play anymore, now nothing orchestra and to make matters worse when I look like Sylvester the cat with Tweety's hammer crushes the fingers.
But what is not. All
made me think that my distraction I preclude activities that involve that kind of responsibility. So goodbye jetliner, nuclear power with all those buttons and things like that. Sigh


thank windruffle for the loving care and not having much joked

Windows Vista Enterprise Termékkulcs

the fragility of things

I personally think that the terribly limited time allotted to living things is a terrible insult, and that the world would be a better place if everyone was asked by procedures as correct as possible when and if would like to return part of the unstoppable flow of things. I am not saying
trivial or selfish feelings for the well-justified preference for immortality, but far more altruistic considerations above all - believe me - a practical nature.
My thoughts all'incalcolabile multitude of innocent and defenseless creatures, devoid not only of that indefinable spark of self-consciousness that we call thinking, but even a very simple central nervous system. Not of a type of cognitive ability, the ability to create smaller and philosophies religions that do accept their inevitable demise, imagine paradise packed, Uri rave redemption.
Of those innocent victims who see disintegrate under the eyes and the delicate architecture of celluline vital humors that had learned to call Life.
I speak - and my hand is trembling on the keys to the dismay - my little map of marjoram fall under the destructive fury of entropy, of my beautiful lavender now beyond any possibility of care of my carnivorous plants reduced to keep pathetic caricatures of leftover salad picked up from the garbage.
Ah! What illusion Spring, make plans, buy potting soil, pots get under the illusion of perpetual bloom. What terrible joke the summer, all perfumes, sprouts and basil that you do not time to make the pesto, which are already grown back. All dust, everything went irreversibly.
Life is nothing but a trinket given to children to be immediately resumed. That leaves empty vessels that do not know where to put. The thymus is not doing well, but maybe he resists. Fuck
get myself to buy the jars of dried spices. Even if they know all
invariably oregano.

Thermocol Cutting Backdrops

E 'General Winter Arrived Finally I finished

Every damn winter lord send me down to the earth springs to mind these words, I comes in the form of pop-up As soon as the temperature drops below a certain level very precisely.
level General Winter, say. The voice-over field of the pop-up is that of a 45 'that I was a child, the kind that you put in my orange mangiadischi.
What I burst a vein if I remember something about that record apart from the voice saying "now is the General Winter."
However, so, like every year if they have not forgotten, has arrived.
This time, only to scorn, I received a warm welcome. The smile that I made is still frozen, I think it will disappear in the spring. I look like Jack Nicholson at the end of The Shining, dammit.
just opened the door I was greeted by a flurry of infested pieces of ice that has not been seen since the days of Saint Seiya , accompanied from deep booming voice of the wind whistling through the trees and flapped windows.
"E 'come the General Winter" - I thought.
Exactly.
E 'sure that I will wake up every morning with the nipples hardened by frost - and I'll drill with the urine cup ice water - curse a thousand times the advent of this severe sir.
For now, I still appreciate the good side, the rest is from July of this aspect merdaviglioso climate. Clean, clear, and pinch the meat that seems alive, thoughts bright as ice.
This morning, the little pissing Zoom I thought the hills a lot. There is this project in which we are committed to continue to take precedence, among other things, and I feel we will keep in orgasm for a while 'time again. But almost feel the gears moving.
So this morning I heard them well, should be on the cold air.
To be honest I found some 'trivial choice of colors. Agreed, beautiful light grazing the green grass that makes it look green. Belli's effettini with clouds and also to cool the wind that makes the waves on the grain (hey I discovered that the wheat is planted in the fall ....: avalanche, or nothing, "came the General Winter." In my