What the fuck, one should live a regular life, his work 8 hours, if you're lucky, keep fit, maintain a minimum level of social relations, a relationship and perhaps a ride on Saturday night.
I just can not accept it, yet I want the bike, the new PC, I want a fucking car park below the house, a Full HD LCD TV with controcoglioni and as big as a fucking wall.
And I wish these damn mosquitoes cracked by the bite of tiny mites really angry and that's buzzing around when they want to be stripped to the waist to get their dicks.
However, it is a clash, a clash between your desire for freedom and absolute fancazzismo and the need to consume is now ingrained in the DNA and buy items and wonderful benefits and services, especially drugs. Here is perhaps the latter are missing.
And then I also want a guy who drags me to train, I want your abs turtle, what the fuck!
Actually I just want these fuckin 'shirts that I was being a bit' better, or someone to do the best shirt for me, that's the end I want the fucking t-shirts made to measure and then brings us back to the same problem as before.
TV, motorcycle, custom t-shirts, and mosquito weapons require fundamentally MONEY. Ok found
goal: making money. But did not get the deck, without the "regular life" above.
I think this is the dilemma of all humans, or at least those who are willing to do little, without interest, nor passions, nor desires, without a shred of ambition, lazy like a sack of potatoes with the skin. Aerosmith
These are just pissed off now maybe I should give him another chance.
Some people write about himself or about whether a sea of \u200b\u200bbeautiful things, oh how I envy you, or you're a fucking lie or cover men, but as long as you lie to us all right almost, you suppose, that 's the age of the lie, but lie to yourself?
In this case, I estimate there but a little 'I envy you I can not fool me, no helmet right there I try to lie to me but then I realize that I'm lying, they are too lively.
I'd like to return to the story that broke in Sandy, but frankly, a little 'me the fuck is Sandro because at the end of his life he found it, if you lived well and eventually had a purpose in life, and has especially haunted.
The casino is not to choose someone said, but accept their choices.
Wow that sentence! In my own choosing and the casino is expected to bask in the knowledge that to do so until they choose to do so you are always on time.
But alas it is not the time passes like a jerk and you're still thinking about what you want do it big. I grow up I will not do anything, that is a lot of things, but basically maintained, but unfortunately I have a bit of self-esteem.
In terms of love and sex can not ignore, I have to find a girl who is also a wonderful addition to keeping my eyes and my mind as well as to my heart, inteligente, full of interest and desire to live, full of I drag and infectious energy that makes me me want to be a better person.
I want to win the lottery of life, but I'm not going to move a muscle to do it and I am here to vomit on my disdain for all of you who read and judged.
Go read more I did not write it for you but for me.
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