One of the disadvantages of my life organized mature woman, self employed, independent, and such was the loss of all chat sessions in the depths of the night. And missed. Yesterday I recovered the old ways, with Pau and Tita Tita Mila. Special meeting with bad grapes, one changes quite work the ovaries swell and the other pregnancy hormones make it through all the moods so furious in a moment's notice. played yesterday I'm fat, I ache all over, I hate mankind, who sent me to me to get pregnant so soon, I hate everybody!
But we laughed, like old times. Just to clean out laughing, while I cried Tita Pau (or writing eNo case, as understood whichever you prefer) that will take the neck and forces him to marry me and leave them in peace the fuck up, while I answered with the classic Weep not, weep not, I'm going to marry her, not Weep (Jorge, Big Brother 1, the phrase that marked my generation along with Who makes my leg up so they do not lift your head? ) Of course, with friends all things are otherwise. Give him a sack at home, the floor, to the move, men, Perfect Man, Naughty Little Man and the mother who bore them. Life goes on, and we always have the opportunity to laugh at everything and everyone.
"Eeeeh is not final eu sei tudo bem Chart" (Mila, citing Banda Eva) reminds us that she was okay. We remind you that wants to abort and kill her husband. It reminds us that tomorrow is passed, as the hormones change of air. It's true. The other day he threw the day crying in the amount of people going hardship in the world. And Tita Pau told me that she was found down the street scared because we all die on the brink of anxiety attack. Porelamordedios, that creature is born early or just all crazy. Perhaps
already are. But we'll always have Paris. Or a chat session at odd hours
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