maiastra @ 2010-07-20T18: 37:00
heat, hot, hot. A day in the car either baked apples, or suddenly rotted.
I want to tango, many, many tango, and a little more, then rest and start again. I want to tango on the Rhine, because it's hot, because there are free refreshments and meet the best and favorite dancers. So I thought in the morning, packing to work a skirt and a removable jacket. Shoes of course are always in the car - except for clear cases where they are needed here Wait a straight. Well and well, and then used as sintered smelled apples, like a skirt.
So I still come home for shoes, and I think that there are as stubborn people. And if their energy so for peaceful purposes and not in the struggle for happiness in his personal life, it was used by him and happiness, and personal life, and everything was used. And so - why fight it? And it is with me, then what fight? Especially now that all the evils of what I'm dry as a biscuit and cold as a refrigerator. It is clear also, that with me to fight for happiness in his personal life - a meaningless exercise and ungrateful. And they say - women's logic, women's logic. Themselves are.
Well fight - do not fight, and we, biscuits and refrigerators - in milonga. Recommend.
