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Day pain in the ass

Being a person a little, um, how shall I say intense, I saw the events and resulting emotions entirely. When I'm in a good mood I'm in a good mood. And the reverse is also true, of course. But as I get older, I become a better person and I try as best they can to correct my major flaws, I have developed highly effective techniques to get me out of a serious existential crisis. It should be noted, for people at home, it is perhaps not appropriate to try the experiment unless satisfied beyond reasonable doubt that the crisis is serious. Very serious.

First Technical : make a theatrical hysterics in a public place. Do try if you have a sense of self-mockery, because you'll look like cellar, that's for sure.

Last night when I had a crappy day, nay, a week of ass (and ass flat in the sense of the word), I went to join Nitram and Joss in a restaurant cursed on the board. Obviously I searched for parking for a million years and have got stuck behind a stinking garbage truck in a loooong loooong street. My mood is slightly feverish before even piss me off the shelf, it goes without saying that I was in a trance when I arrived at the scene. Nitram is my number 1 fan, I am permitted, despite the presence of Joss that I know little, to exercise my talents professional whiners. Nitram laughed and said no arrest "You're funny! You're funny! "I eventually find myself funny and the pressure is lowered again.

Second Technical : Run after the disturbance. Arrange for another brick falls on your head. This technique has two advantages. Either you avoid disaster and now you think that luck has turned and all hopes are allowed, or tile you actually falls on the head, then the situation becomes so crappy that your survival instinct will dictate to find it very funny.

Yesterday, I could not find parking and that the situation had become so critical, I decided to put my car in a prohibited area and thus risking to turn my luck. Small tip: the activity is more risky, the effect is more beneficial. It why I have chosen, rather than a place to park for residents in a tiny street of the shelf, park my car in front of a bus stop on St-Denis, corner of Rachel. It was the $ 52 (it increases by $ 5 every week or what?) As therapeutic for a very long time.

I took the ticket with a smile before a thick thick motorcycle guys looking at me as if I was the worst of fools to have grabbed a ticket. Nothing could touch me now. I came home and the smell of shit was felt when the key hit the lock. The origin of this foul emanation was quickly traced on the floor. Corridor to lounge, lounge room, the bedroom to the bathroom and bathroom to the kitchen. Mumu-the-Chieux had the flu. But as I was now one of the idiots happy, I found it very funny, almost charming, I congratulated him for this good work and I cleaned everything with a smile on his lips.

Guillain Barre Syndrome

Garage party

"Be careful what you wish. "I already told a friend. Not only must really pay attention to our wishes, but must also be careful with our claims.

I enjoyed yesterday to denounce the massive presence of couples around me and that I would inevitably suffer from the absence of my amazing friends revelers during this beautiful season to come.

Last night I had an appointment at 17:30 for an oil change more than due. I hate wasting time for such a thrilling activity but as I refuse to move my car, I assume. I had to go to the garage not far from me for that hour. I thought I would call a friend to invite him to drink a glass of rosé on my balcony garden after my appointment, taking advantage of the fact that I was near my home to spend a little time, which is rare lately. The latter said: "Ah! It would have been great, but tonight, I see my new boyfriend. Next time. "I call another friend who she readily accepts the invitation. We therefore give an appointment for 20:00 at home.

road to the garage where I go for years but has recently changed ownership, I realize that I'm 5 minutes late. In good girl I am, I phone to warn. "Too late lady, my garage is gone, as you could not. You want an appointment tomorrow? "No, thank you. Besides, you can now remove my name from your client list, I'll find another garage with a better service. Bye. "I

good mood, you can appreciate. On my way, I stop in another garage, determined to get an oil change that night. It is they close at 5:45 p.m. ET 18:00. I wonder if they have the time and they replied in the negative. I kneel, make the eyes and tell them my pitiful misadventures, their saying that I am an orphan of the garage since 5:35 p.m. ET will come to spend all my budget car home. Offer accepted, I get my oil change. I bank my nose to the SAQ 6:02 p.m. ET as I do not want to push my luck, I decided to give up and do not knock on the window with the eyes of children malnutrition.

I then returned home, I cook a good dinner and do some cleaning in the meantime my girlfriend. At 19:30, I get a call from this: "It does not work finally, I love me a dinner prepared by surprise so I'm going home instead. "

Thus the theory was alone was confirmed and an oil change proved to be the only good moment of my evening.

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What Does A Thumb And A Little Finger Mean

The male French

I've already told you, some time ago, the difficult or even nonexistent contact that occurred between the male French and myself during my stay with them. As I am now fond of pop psychology, I again looked in my memories behind this misunderstanding between me and them. And this origin lies in my first meaningful contact with a male to my arrival in Paris.

I was in Paris with a friend for a week after which we separate ourselves up to go in our respective home towns. I was, as always, single while my friend was in a relationship with a boy who had remained in Montreal. These two were called about a thousand times a day and sending each more or less than one hundred emails per day. When my girlfriend was not in line with Montreal, she was crying because she missed so much of her lover suddenly became too great and perfect in its absence. This kind of relationship is already quite exasperating honeyed like this, multiply these effects by twelve when you are alone with the mourner to 3000 miles from home.

whole thing only in order to justify my strong desire to meet people and my little subtlety to get there.

I thought the police cars in France completely ridiculous and I was taking pictures of two of them stationed near the Champs March, when a young and cute policeman scolded me and threatened me withdraw my film. Since there is nothing easier than to bribe a police officer of 25 years, French moreover, I finally received an invitation for the evening. The evening went well, we ate and talked about everything and nothing and I went back to my hotel by taxi, after having exchanged my email with my new friend Florent.

few days later, I went by train to Lyon, where I was going to settle for the next few months. Upon my arrival, I had an email from Florence, saying he had never visited Lyon and he would love to come spend a weekend and explore my new town with me. Besides the fact that I'm probably a little dumb and naive, that I am alone in the world on the other side of the ocean made me quite spontaneously accept this offer, which ultimately did not prove the idea of the century.

Florent arrived the following Friday, after 500 kilometers on a motorbike. He gave me a great meal (the French know how to cook, it, is not no doubt), we drank lots of wine and we finally went to sleep. Obviously, I had no other place to make him sleep in the other half of my bed, which complicates things slightly. Indeed, Florent, like a hungry animal, tried to eat me raw, without even telling me, which made me not only startled but also push for ever. A first approach failed, it is rather overwhelming.

The next day we traveled the city together and everything went quite smoothly until the evening when I had to unfortunately find myself again at his side, obviously well-armed my ugliest pajamas. That evening, I was treated to a crisis of male fru, telling me that I was really dumb and void if I could imagine two seconds he was able to drive 500 miles to road to avoid sleep with me. You guessed it, it gave me even more taste to say no, what I did with great success.

Sunday was the straw that broke the camel's back. We went on terrace, just to have a drink and enjoy the beautiful weather that gave us the month of September. As it was 25 degrees in Quebec that I'm good, I'm (not much) wearing a rather short skirt and a camisole neckline. While we were discussing Florent and me and I finally felt the harmony point the nose because of his imminent departure, it went with the quips that he signed his death warrant.

"You saw how you dressed? Everybody is watching you! I seem to myself what? Is it written in my forehead I share? "

It obviously took me a few seconds to realize really what this bastard had just told me but after much thought (1 / 2 second), I gave him the pass of Quebec in Christ. I lowered my chest, I went back the balls to be sure it is as indecent as possible and I told him, looking him straight in the eye: "It's you in those big balls you there? No? Well I'll show them who I want and you do not have a say. And I stayed in that position until he indecently coronation his camp.