Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Microsoft 0560 Wireless Optical Mouse Drivers

I do not need to fight To Prove I'm right.

I can not sleep. What's new
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What do I do? Listen i Matia Bazar.
Now that I think, a couple of nights ago I watched a horrible mini-series on TV, wet with tears of emotion the pillow.
Last week I put in Renato Zero mp4 player (and almost can not help myself from adding "We came in, so I put a few pieces ).
I bought moccasins. A few weeks ago.
I found myself tired for no reason. For centuries.

I feel so old.
It is a tragedy, because they are still a child.

My greatest idea of fun is a playground, invent stories, burst out laughing for no reason and I can not stop singing loudly in the street. I do not hate anyone, unless you take my toys, but then I am prepared to make us peace. I praise for everything.

Then I look at my peers.
I've always loved this word, contemporary It is as if the mere fact of being born both within the 365 days (possibly 366) of the same period called the Gregorian calendar year is given as a tribute to me and on the first Pinco Pallo the right to feel like, less alone. We should have common interests, share the joy of our age that runs parallel, greet with a handshake and say "Hey, you're the one who was born in my year, maybe, if we're lucky, even months and day! "
Instead, my diciannovequasivent'anni, there is so little to say.
are so inconsistent, as a teenager who has never started.
But I am waiting for you again, and maybe you will come to visit me in 40 years, along with hot flashes of menopause. The receive you excited, the Offir a cup of tea, I'll ask why all this delay (I challenge you, with your peers to keep at bay ... did everything possible, but please All was not really possible).

So, for now, I enjoy a wisdom almost annoying, and the uncontrollable desire to jump in puddles.

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