good old habits
The only good habit that I believe is that of hot tea afternoon. Precise but not at five in the afternoon, after studying in the company of my Danish butter cookies (those who sell in the round tin, in short). No tea of high quality, simple bags of discount but better than nothing regenerates a cup of tea and Danish cookies if your name is Endymion Spring.
Here, I swear, people are dying of cold! I'm afraid to go and see how many degrees are there in the house, suffice it to say I am wearing: a pair of tight pants, jeans thinking above, the long woolen socks, shoes, t-shirt Angels and Demons, the blue fleece jacket, the colored bandana on his head and the new furry blue ear. E ' I'm still cold! Sigh, these are moments that I miss the south! The only cool thing is that there is an evening drink at the bar and the sea water in the morning.
Christmas is coming and I miss four gifts: two friends of mine and my parents. Obviously I can not take that to my -.-'' I think of my father to Ipod mp4 quell'mp3 throws so old and splintered where the radio, the most important thing for him, almost does not work anymore. But my mother? They always say that the greatest gift they can receive good grades are in school but in the absence of those, that gift to my mother? Now I gave all the candles and glass animals of this world! I have to engineer. For Paul did not find anything suitable and even Marika. And instead of staying here rave should I continue to be a gift to the Red Army.
I'm going to stitch (forse. .............)
Hasta la Vista my little monster \u0026lt;3
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