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Today I find it hard to write, yes. But not because of the oppressive feeling to say something do, which one really does not know what it is, but because my nerves fingernails. Wow, I never thought I would ever say. Buhu - my nails. But this time really "buhu" because pain and stupidity. Stupidity, because I can not say no. No to a model for a nail technician course visitor to be. Who is really still so stupid, but me? Well, I have been punished for it and have now kitschy purple flowers on my little fingers and long nails on all of them annoying. Particularly annoying is it so the thumb must say. Terrible.

But that is so not what I want to say today really.
is actually quite different in my head around and nails me fall just yet, what if I just type or bite your nails and wants me here almost the teeth hard nut.

This is a tribute to my beloved kitty mobile.
My kitty mobile is actually not only special because it is red and great and I love all his dents. (NEW dents of course not. The old are character dents, and so many are not so ..). (Ha. "dip". Tolles word.)
It offers exactly that is also the perfect environment for me. In the spring, at least, or how the grade is now called. Recently, I stay often simply only as a 10 minute sit down when I arrived and enjoy the warmth and fragrance-American tree-like odor. For me, the prime example of a notorious block of ice, which is the best catalyst for thought. The only pity is that the thoughts lately are again not so pleasant. Because of the event, whose name can not be called first, and, because of. Phew. Because shirts that make me goose bumps and all it has to do with it. Therefore, I board a lot from earlier yesterday. Well, whatever, le moral: Heat is always good for Mel
Thank you dear car.

I \u0026lt;3 you.

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Eger. Would my grandfather say. Yes
is all from Cheb to time, maybe I let myself egern but only too easy.

started all on my birthday, the worst possible day for all kinds of annoyances
"Art" then is already such a similar word such as "doctor", who produced the first annoyance. To 8:04 I was called into the Behandlungsdingsbums, "by chance" precisely the time when I met baby 19 years ago.
And Behandlungsdingsbums that you have to know now was in a doctor's surgery for skin and venereal diseases. Yes, exactly. What do you think now, have all thought in the waiting room, especially as I and mine are there purely because nunmal gone together like symptoms as a pretext for anxiety doctor on my part. Man and the doctor looks at me and not even really screams "sun allergy". Just like that. And things like "if I am allergic to animal hair could relieve me, no cat" and "no longer in the sun" and so on. I've vaguely noticed before suddenly everything is swimming. Even the stupid doctor Grinser swimming. Drip drip little tears.
Yes, well actually all that bad because I do everything as before except that I now hold 50 + sunscreen by 21! € 20 on it instead of lubricating. But still quite Eger.

Then the endless wave of Cheb came with my professional work, and with the pressure of this stupid job. The guy in the copy shop, who actually always right good advice and blabla, said, "Yes, we also print borderless A4! And I am looking Blödi forsake. In a statement by a copy shop Heinis. Very big mistake. But Copy Shop Heinis usually not only fairly but also fachinkompetent sozialinkompetent Eger and therefore much, much work and a lot of anger later .. no printed skilled work. Because Mr.Inkompetent has concealed that it is then print to A3 and has to cut (which he does not, because that is far too much work) and that all the then 60 !!!!!!!! € costs. I believe it chopped off. Really.
And after he even rumnervt how stupid the whole and I am not and all, I said, "Go shit" and went away. Well, I wish I would have said so but maybe. I hold.
In any case, since I now have a searchable gscheit printing what I had done from the beginning, probably better.

But Egeren go over soon hopefully.
Pretty soon even if I think of it, that was my last Friday. Is not generally in my life because suicide is not the case. My last school Friday but.
I never go back to school on Friday. Except for my oral Matura likely. On 5 July. Except I'm only on 6 July. Why did
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'm on my birthday I also think the last 3 months Cladders lost ring found again. In the car. Under the seat And only because my Kapperl from a USB stick fall down is where the professionals work on it was that I've since taken degrees for the copy shop. So we come full circle. Or so. The

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Nachferienpanik will not even come with me.
What, you have not worked through all 5 books RW before, and learned by heart all the examples? OMG.
And .. What, you have not even seen your professional work in the holidays? OMG.
And .. What, you were photographed better in the sun / / in the spa / cook / read / etc. than learning? For your Matu raaah?
I mean hello .. MATURAAAAH!

Jaja. Whatever.
All this leaves me rather cold and I just hope for a better schedule until written and I am glad when that is over, so I can continue to do what I do best: to do what I enjoy.

adorns Since yesterday my wife Hilde Tender (my camera) a - to put it to express all proletoid - meeeegafettes part (OIDA). As an early birthday present since a Tamron 70-300 with Macro 1:2 dahergeschwebt function. Even with sun visor. \u0026lt;3
To my photographic passion into words: I like to make small things big. (Yeah, haha, funny) and think this helps Schnuckelchen already huge. It is just the way next to my coffee and is larger than my biggest latte cup. A lot.
Thank you to the birthday angel.

But the real birthday is only just, wait, then, and eat chocolate. Especially by the Easter Bunny, who apparently wants that fits me my brown pants without a lifejacket again.
For everyone else, this sleep through that is tomorrow. The birthday. But is actually quite matter because I like the whole Geburtstagsblabla eh not really.

morning comes my very personal birthday gift from me to my house women-I. A bread baking machine. Yes, that's a part that spits out a finished early in the ciabatta or whole wheat bread, and where I can slip on butter and chives / cress, or cheese. Or ketchup. Yes, I am such an anti-gourmet, who is also simply just bread with Eat ketchup. I also eat bread with onion. Ugh! And. Chips with ketchup.
In any case: the breadmaker. Is actually almost scary, I myself something like a birthday gift. But the best lens I have been given so already.
And I stand sometimes on bread.

All other things so have little or even more engaged in lately sooooo far away and I'm encapsulated in Meloversum. Since there are then Ikea chips (Potatischips) with ketchup and Butterfly-o-saurus. What a sweet little guy: ')
capital Egozentrum off, everybody and Mels ego stroking.





greetings to my "MATU-RAAAAAAH"
I'm going to drive out again and eat a salad with avocados, tomatoes and zucchini.

meaningless-blah-blah-yippieyeah messages.