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Another Sunday night at home ... to chew the pages of a book to forget that I do know what to do. Passing of time before sleep, simply. In the cold of my apartment that does not seem to get warm tonight, I'm back to my computer to complain a little about my little discomfort.
I hunted in my life last week the Big boy perfect. Since I work him out of my heart. The exercise seems less painful than I ever imagined. The tears gave way to the attempt to forget. In my fight against the ghost of a former life, I lost. At least I withdrew before I make a knockout! Too hard to beat when the heart is the heart of the issue. The wound was bleeding too much for growing and quelquonque allow survival under such conditions.
Here I am, therefore, Minicia only to fight with my own demons of loneliness. Cooking for one person ... large bed for one person ... sadness for one person.
Slowly I emerge from this depression and I'm rediscovering the world multitude. Last night I went dancing. Let the sweat to bring out the rage of my life a drop at a time. It made me so good ... Finally proof that I'm alive, I'm not just a pile of grief.
And slowly I let in light. Spring break arrives and I have not even planned what I do. Fill my batteries sun, sleep, pleasure and happiness. Let all the little joys possible through the pores of my skin, my eyes, my ears ... by my heart.
Thanks to my friends who will never read this, but that helps me every day to amuse myself a little more than yesterday ... Thanks for the love ... it takes time to listen.

The Minicia

Harness Safety Expiry

Shyness and Sex First drawn

Those who know me recently will not believe a word but when I was a kid, I was super shy. Talk to an adult, doing things alone, without my mom by my side, I could not. Pick up a baguette at the bakery across the way was a real torture. In fact, I fear the gaze of strangers, what they think of me, I was not comfortable.

The worst experience of my life was perhaps the one that changed my way of seeing things and allowed me to strengthen me, release me to finally become the Homer today. It happened in a resort near La Rochelle during the holidays. Market day. I was 13.

As usual, my parents bought me comics to take care during the holidays. There was always a crowd in this small shop, and at the turning radius of where Mickey sits proudly and Pif, the dog, is another kind of comics: manga porn, where the stars of Street Fighter exchanged something other than blows. Bison-Chun Lee learned to a new combination. Colorful pictures, that I hesitated to browse ... I left the store, red with shame.

My parents waited outside, watching the market stalls set up in a particularly busy street frequented:

"So, you chose a comic?

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  Uh ... yes but I'm not sure.
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  Look, there's sub, hurry up "

like a fool I went back into the shop, going through these huge people whom I felt convinced me that, I grabbed the Journal Mickey and manga porn that I slid down, and I walked to the cashier. The saleswoman passed items, asked me to pay, in total indifference. I went out with a discreet goodbye, head down, and found my parents in the street. I was in possession of the famous Sesame ticket to the golden fleece drawn first step toward adulthood and a reputation for

obsessed :-) I bought my first book of ass ...

Rheumatism Breakthrough

holiday

As far as I can remember, I spent my first holiday in the Vosges, near Gerardmer, when I was 6-7 years, I think. The memories we keep of these moments are very vague: a great story house with a walled garden, a porch surrounded by a fence forged black, in a village jammed against a hill, the old stones and quiet environment. With my parents and my brother, we visit the corners of the region to explore waterfalls nestled in the woods. The air was fresh, the place breathed .

But these long-haul holiday, the only mountain with my parents, I have mostly the image of a particular moment when, with Mom, we went to the village along the paved streets damaged, to get to the source : a well equipped near an old wash house which was flowing clear water, fresh and clean. Locals enjoy the area to fill their cans and bottles. Even under the scorching sun, a halo of freshness invaded the space and we loved staying there, as timeless .

It's like a novel Pagnol, putaing!

1st Anniversary Of Death Of Friend

I'm tired ... Another small video

Tired ... to be alone and to complain. Tired of being tired physically, to be psychologically exhausted. I really do not know what to think of what is currently happening in my life. Fatigue February ... fatigue unloved ... fatigue sadness. I just need to run it all the universe and no one at a time. The advantage here is that I can say what I please without disturbing anyone and it makes me feel good, I hope!

The Minicia

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Where Can I Watch Spiderbabe ??

to do good this time.

not Forget, group Karkwa, happiness music. A delight for the ears afraid whether acoustic or on their last album. A small happiness that I discovered the big boy.