Bunko Ideas For February

arrived in September, I feel so recharged from the long summer holidays, but I substituted a bit 'that feeling of intolerance. Once touched closely the true freedom of leave, and I speak of freedom from: commitments, timetables, appointments, telephone and mobile phone rings. Here once heard the wind in your hair and having long nitrite, returning to the life I always feel a bit 'more intolerant. A little 'as when you turn in flip-flops and sneakers and then one night we must put the knuckle in a Cinderella-style shoe with the toe and heel mucho high. Well, I do but I do not want all this. So let me just say a few things, hoping to make me feel a bit 'better:

- just who is crying on me: you have just broken. There is not just you, not only are your problems and above are not the center of the world!

- just those who use the headlights on the highway like a battering ram against the drawbridge of a castle under siege. When I feel like I move, until proven otherwise if you're behind me to say that after you get ..

- just the news programs and the history of high prices. First of all, create excessive anxiety. So much so that in the morning I feel that there will be increases on everything (key words: bread, pasta and oil), and I think, but in the end because if you go to work at the end they kill all the oil companies? I'm home and I think the dark as to save money.

- just balances. They broke. You can not go to stores and find the stuff of Ante €. I want to buy stuff that is not only XS or XXL, color or vomiting worse. But even buy the coat ..

Just enough to probably someone on his blog is talking about someone like me who say enough is enough ...

(PS: just to spam, I have no pain and did not want to "enlarge", not the casino, do not buy programs tarot, I do not have an account in 10 banks that have trouble writing in Italian my bank account is being settled) I feel better. Thanks

Brazilian Big Mama Big Phat

Fresh & Clean - clean and fresh

There are some items that trigger memories, sometimes even just a smell or to trigger a sensation.

today by going to the bathroom in our office here at the bottom floor, I noticed u n object. Put there in the cabinet where we keep women items for survival and therefore: toothbrush, toothpaste, intimate wipes, combs and everything that can go to our sick minds. But not being an office of women only, now has the appearance of a new entry on closer inspection very unfeminine. If our towels are very small, pink, or CHILLY are called names like that, there he stands in the dark blue of the giant cylindrical Tubone of Fresh & Clean wipes. An absolute must for rental of my family. A boon in stops in roadside restaurants, when a child my mother us ava to clean our various orifices and our sticky hands. Maybe red from hours spent menarci (me and my brother) on the back seat of our family. The scent of these wipes is unforgettable. With the door closed behind me, in our blind tub (yes, because the bathrooms are all the rage now blind with fans that do not work!) I picked up the giant pipe, open the little cap, in smaller packs that invariably broke , and I breathed in that scent that always the same, took me back to summers in many many years ago.