What in the end there, not are gone.
It 's all because of Facebook that I get a little' hands, Then there's the press that instead takes me to the stomach, then a minimum of real-life type mammitudine, casalinghitudine (little), but most live rolling double pike on myself.
twisting, screw-down, surrounded by a cloud of smoke and spent a lot of time thinking about a lot more sleep. I have a lot of projects so great that Santa wrote me envious. Uh Uh how many ideas and see how many thoughts here that pile of good intentions!
One day I'll have to do while I'm cleaning all junk. Yes
every other day.
But not today, I have to fill the void.
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