Small trip to Copenhagen with Dain ... Followed with 4 days to the northern coast of Dk. Trip to Copenhagen
With Dain Followed by 4 days on the North Coast of Dk.
Friday, May 2, 2008
Can A Chicken Get Ringworms
Copenhague & Northern En you
Small trip to Copenhagen with Dain ... Followed with 4 days to the northern coast of Dk. Trip to Copenhagen
With Dain Followed by 4 days on the North Coast of Dk.
Small trip to Copenhagen with Dain ... Followed with 4 days to the northern coast of Dk. Trip to Copenhagen
With Dain Followed by 4 days on the North Coast of Dk.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
How To Make A Puffer Fish Model
Turn off the ignition
In the fireworks, there is always final. That is when we mark the eardrums exploding force of explosions. My final will take place rather quietly, and never mind if it's disappointing.
This time is finite and well and truly over. You can always come back, but there will be no new post. As a climax, it is best if you imagined yourself: it will respond to your expectations.
I feel that this last post has nothing dazzling. However, I have dreamed for months of note that I could write casant "reserve duty" and "Farewell" here or there.
Anyway, in short, that is: die Zeit ist gekommen and basta. I know my degree of polyglottism is impressive. And I think we will stay positive and this key resolutely optimistic about the future of humanity, is not it? 
In the fireworks, there is always final. That is when we mark the eardrums exploding force of explosions. My final will take place rather quietly, and never mind if it's disappointing.
This time is finite and well and truly over. You can always come back, but there will be no new post. As a climax, it is best if you imagined yourself: it will respond to your expectations.
I feel that this last post has nothing dazzling. However, I have dreamed for months of note that I could write casant "reserve duty" and "Farewell" here or there.
Anyway, in short, that is: die Zeit ist gekommen and basta. I know my degree of polyglottism is impressive. And I think we will stay positive and this key resolutely optimistic about the future of humanity, is not it?
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Monday, March 3, 2008
Indias Mexicanas Follando
The World's Longest Sofa
We all saw during the festival in Århus rated ... the Cathedral was the largest sofa in the world ... A RECORD ÅRHUS
We all saw it "during the Aarhus Festival Beside the Cathedral ... It Was The world's longest sofa ... World's record in Århus ...
Monday, January 21, 2008
Short Love Picnik Quotes
If you're a smart cerebellum minimum, you will have noticed long ago that this is not frankly Day at home here. The latest posts are rare and void. When they have a little content, they are neither interesting nor funny. The rest of the time I sent you away unceremoniously in greener pastures.
I think all this is not just related to the fact that right now I'm busy, trying to become bilingual in Italian in two weeks (and again, that's the easiest), and unravel the existential questions such as "I'm going to the hairdresser or not now or in 2 months? ". Usually, even when I run after the time when I want and something to tell, I always find a few minutes to type them.
No, I just feel empty, and more and more bogged down. Mired in something that has no name: the fact that this blog is not as anonymous in the beginning, and it would have been better otherwise. The fact that some now know who is behind Miss Coco so I can not always write what I want. The fact that some people know me so it's not. The fact that others feel normal ... that ... Here, I can not even finish that sentence for fear of hurting Machine and Bidule. On
more or less all the blogs I read are messages similar to this one. A kind of adolescent angst of the blog. A good old crisis that exceeds or not. From the outside, it makes raise an eyebrow confused and critical. Genus oskour, my number of explosive players I went to his head, I'm a star, so I suffer. " Already, I'm not a star. And then I do not suffer disproportionately. But I do wriggles most intellectually to the idea of writing a post (and it shows), and some things make me increasingly uncomfortable.
So today I just want to cut off contact. And since I still have this freedom, I do it all the more so given that no one is irreplaceable. Especially on the blogosphere.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Gay Hookup Places In Vegas
I refer you reference, it refers ...
Without any shame, tonight, I will do nothing but links ...
If you're a girl and you want to become the model of Locher's, the wonderful brand that I've already talked is here (and not the blank).
If you want to know what I think the last Delerm is there.
And if you love the blogs designed for girls and you do not know Galourde, dark home. It's always funny and well chewed. A hint: it's better to start from the beginning, just to understand why changes Galourde figure overnight. 
Without any shame, tonight, I will do nothing but links ...
If you're a girl and you want to become the model of Locher's, the wonderful brand that I've already talked is here (and not the blank).
If you want to know what I think the last Delerm is there.
And if you love the blogs designed for girls and you do not know Galourde, dark home. It's always funny and well chewed. A hint: it's better to start from the beginning, just to understand why changes Galourde figure overnight.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Eqivalencies Of Oil For Shortening In Baking
Titles Sucks
I do not know what happens to you when you think your teacher of history and geography of terminal, but I have much esteem and affection for her. And I'm excited. Especially since Friday, she left us after a brief illness.
I do not owe him everything, but I owe him a lot, and I told him whenever I saw when I came home with my parents. She did not just learn Dien Bien Phu and agrarian reform in Brazil. If I'm where I am today, and if I am who I am today is really because of it.
It was fascinating, and I discovered what really could be history beyond a series of chapters to learn in a book. She taught me the intellectual, the willingness to go farther, and to essays problematized. The day of the contest of Sciences Inches from the top of my 17 years I would not have been far without the weapons it made me grow in one year. Through her, I was 16 and 15 in history geography, and joined the Saint William (though I do not thank my horrible philosophy teacher for my 11 to the tank and the competition). Without it, I would have done any business school, and I am trying to sell washing powder to families who never do tasks on their clothes. So when I say I would not be here without it, it's for real.
But she taught me many things, less academic but equally necessary. Critical thinking to begin with. With it now, when I read a forum BHL on the Israeli-Palestinian, I can make sense of things. Before it, I thought a little while. For me, BHL = intellectual = can not but be right. I had not really understood that "intellectuals" were often self-appointed, did not know everything, and were not always agree (and they can not logically all be right). I discovered that there was, in many areas, not a truth, but different ways of seeing the truth. I still have not lost all my heartbreaking naivete, but I treat myself. Able to read a newspaper article with is critically needed, and serve me my whole life.
She also taught me that having beliefs and defend them were good. Yes, her classes were involved, and it is theoretically not the role of a teacher than to politically educate its students. But can we make history without getting wet and without a vision admittedly biased, but live events? It was not his role, but it filled him with wonder. Having a teacher who came out of the box smooth and clean of course was probably the most rewarding of all.
Very selfishly, I loved it take a few more weeks time, maybe, I can tell him good news. Able to say that this time, I was really arrival, always with her. I could never tell him, but at the same time, this is not the principal. It was more than a teacher of history and geography ... 
I do not know what happens to you when you think your teacher of history and geography of terminal, but I have much esteem and affection for her. And I'm excited. Especially since Friday, she left us after a brief illness.
I do not owe him everything, but I owe him a lot, and I told him whenever I saw when I came home with my parents. She did not just learn Dien Bien Phu and agrarian reform in Brazil. If I'm where I am today, and if I am who I am today is really because of it.
It was fascinating, and I discovered what really could be history beyond a series of chapters to learn in a book. She taught me the intellectual, the willingness to go farther, and to essays problematized. The day of the contest of Sciences Inches from the top of my 17 years I would not have been far without the weapons it made me grow in one year. Through her, I was 16 and 15 in history geography, and joined the Saint William (though I do not thank my horrible philosophy teacher for my 11 to the tank and the competition). Without it, I would have done any business school, and I am trying to sell washing powder to families who never do tasks on their clothes. So when I say I would not be here without it, it's for real.
But she taught me many things, less academic but equally necessary. Critical thinking to begin with. With it now, when I read a forum BHL on the Israeli-Palestinian, I can make sense of things. Before it, I thought a little while. For me, BHL = intellectual = can not but be right. I had not really understood that "intellectuals" were often self-appointed, did not know everything, and were not always agree (and they can not logically all be right). I discovered that there was, in many areas, not a truth, but different ways of seeing the truth. I still have not lost all my heartbreaking naivete, but I treat myself. Able to read a newspaper article with is critically needed, and serve me my whole life.
She also taught me that having beliefs and defend them were good. Yes, her classes were involved, and it is theoretically not the role of a teacher than to politically educate its students. But can we make history without getting wet and without a vision admittedly biased, but live events? It was not his role, but it filled him with wonder. Having a teacher who came out of the box smooth and clean of course was probably the most rewarding of all.
Very selfishly, I loved it take a few more weeks time, maybe, I can tell him good news. Able to say that this time, I was really arrival, always with her. I could never tell him, but at the same time, this is not the principal. It was more than a teacher of history and geography ...
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Female Genital Herpes Bleeding
There's no justice in this world
You want me to be honest with you? And although the sport is nothing but Nazeri. For 3 months, you sweat blood and water to successfully keep smiling during (and after) a session of torture in good and due form. You begin to tell you that you could leave the beginners course and pass level. And there is the drama: you stop two weeks due to small confectioners truce.
And when you resume, it's as if you had never done in your life. I feel we made paper mache (but soooo remember, in kindergarten: chopped newsprint that is mixed with water to make a slurry with filthy scultpure informed) with all my muscles.
I see you come right away, band gossip. You are ready to attack you without shame me and my supposed superficiality in suspecting me just having too extensively surveyed the Sidewalk shopping streets since Wednesday morning. Well no, not even. I bought the shoes the most sublime of the earth, and basta.
I do not even show them they are so beautiful, you might recognize me immediately when I crossed the subway so they are inimitable. I know it starts to be a lot of "so" in this sentence, but I still can not believe that these beauties are mine.
Since September I have a micro-orgasm visual seeing them in the window, and are now in my closet (as you say that to my little heart, should I avoid opening too often my cupboard, because they always make me the same effect). If you are a man and you snicker behind your screen, just imagine that I speak of an iPhone, an Audi TT (even if the news is less beautiful than the first) or a private jet (which t ' belongs to you and not Bolloré and not even dream you lend to friends).
Okay, so finally, there may still be justice in this world: my patience and reasonableness (yes, one says how else?) Were rewarded. For the rest, I always felt that Bruce Lee broke my 6 bricks on the belly. But it will pass, eh, not ? 
You want me to be honest with you? And although the sport is nothing but Nazeri. For 3 months, you sweat blood and water to successfully keep smiling during (and after) a session of torture in good and due form. You begin to tell you that you could leave the beginners course and pass level. And there is the drama: you stop two weeks due to small confectioners truce.
And when you resume, it's as if you had never done in your life. I feel we made paper mache (but soooo remember, in kindergarten: chopped newsprint that is mixed with water to make a slurry with filthy scultpure informed) with all my muscles.
I see you come right away, band gossip. You are ready to attack you without shame me and my supposed superficiality in suspecting me just having too extensively surveyed the Sidewalk shopping streets since Wednesday morning. Well no, not even. I bought the shoes the most sublime of the earth, and basta.
I do not even show them they are so beautiful, you might recognize me immediately when I crossed the subway so they are inimitable. I know it starts to be a lot of "so" in this sentence, but I still can not believe that these beauties are mine.
Since September I have a micro-orgasm visual seeing them in the window, and are now in my closet (as you say that to my little heart, should I avoid opening too often my cupboard, because they always make me the same effect). If you are a man and you snicker behind your screen, just imagine that I speak of an iPhone, an Audi TT (even if the news is less beautiful than the first) or a private jet (which t ' belongs to you and not Bolloré and not even dream you lend to friends).
Okay, so finally, there may still be justice in this world: my patience and reasonableness (yes, one says how else?) Were rewarded. For the rest, I always felt that Bruce Lee broke my 6 bricks on the belly. But it will pass, eh, not ?
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Prelude To Tokugawa Online Games
On the book of face
I said loudly "Facebook me, EVER!" in a resolute tone. Well ... Only corny camp on their positions. So: that's it, I finally got trapped like everyone else, I am now on the book of face. For now, I find it very very funny.
Obviously, the first thing I did: go see what my (countless, of course) became exes. It's a bit of Facebook the ultimate goal right?
In high school, J. wanted to become director of arthouse, listened to reggae "fuck society", and I'd get together in Clignancourt dreads tar. Now he works in investment banking in New York and is clean shaven, after a major U.S. university. At the same time, I should have guessed: the return of his afro haircut, he had not assumed the dreads all sticky, and his mother had spent the evening trying to untangle her hair to blow water boiling and after-shampoo ultrasoft.
L., is now in a relationship with a young man delicious. Well, I already knew and for a very long time. No shadow of a shock in view. In fact, I would not even think to consider him an ex, but it He told Mr. Facebook that we knew because "we dated for a short while and" still get along great. " It made me hilarious, and hugely flattered. Then I told myself that people would maybe think I was the last before the first one who had swung to the dark side of force. It made me laugh even more. Q.
, the wise guy, does not even know he is "in relationship", even though I know very well that it is (unless things have changed ... mmmmh at check!), and A., it is still "in relationship", cunt.
The others must I ask them to be my friends to see their profile. God it's frustrating! There's one that has a picture where he looks more Miami than j'amais. And as hopeless, and I dare not hesitate. I also feel that pitcher at the first time I had to call them.
Otherwise, it allowed me to finally hear from friends who I had to write for 6 months at least. It's a bit more constructive. 
I said loudly "Facebook me, EVER!" in a resolute tone. Well ... Only corny camp on their positions. So: that's it, I finally got trapped like everyone else, I am now on the book of face. For now, I find it very very funny.
Obviously, the first thing I did: go see what my (countless, of course) became exes. It's a bit of Facebook the ultimate goal right?
In high school, J. wanted to become director of arthouse, listened to reggae "fuck society", and I'd get together in Clignancourt dreads tar. Now he works in investment banking in New York and is clean shaven, after a major U.S. university. At the same time, I should have guessed: the return of his afro haircut, he had not assumed the dreads all sticky, and his mother had spent the evening trying to untangle her hair to blow water boiling and after-shampoo ultrasoft.
L., is now in a relationship with a young man delicious. Well, I already knew and for a very long time. No shadow of a shock in view. In fact, I would not even think to consider him an ex, but it He told Mr. Facebook that we knew because "we dated for a short while and" still get along great. " It made me hilarious, and hugely flattered. Then I told myself that people would maybe think I was the last before the first one who had swung to the dark side of force. It made me laugh even more. Q.
, the wise guy, does not even know he is "in relationship", even though I know very well that it is (unless things have changed ... mmmmh at check!), and A., it is still "in relationship", cunt.
The others must I ask them to be my friends to see their profile. God it's frustrating! There's one that has a picture where he looks more Miami than j'amais. And as hopeless, and I dare not hesitate. I also feel that pitcher at the first time I had to call them.
Otherwise, it allowed me to finally hear from friends who I had to write for 6 months at least. It's a bit more constructive.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Can Drinking Alcohol Delay Your Period Cycle
Einkauf
There is a small program on Arte that I love: What I miss / Was mir fehlt (private joke: "I have the right to raise my blog if I want to bilingualism ! first). In few minutes, expatriates tell what they miss their homeland forever. It is often very instructive: it is discovered that the English put their blankets to tea, the Czechs are mashed much more easily than us thanks to a special grid, or that the Swedes have sweaters breastfeeding. A real tour of Europe by its small specialties, which shows that the unification of the EU market is not yet perfect, and sometimes it's better!
For me, this is not France that I miss when I am in Germany, but the reverse. Nothing of my homeland does not seem necessary my happiness when I saw outside France. Sausage? I do not care. Camembert? Okay, I'm not addicted. The stick? Well yes but no. I do not eat quaisment when I am here, so why be angry when I'm there. The veal stew? Quite feasible outside Paris. The wine? I only like white wine, and German and Austrian wines stand very well on that side. And that's for everything: I always find at best a substitute who pleases me most, at worst a parade.
Conversely, I can not go to Germany or Austria without a stroll through the supermarket to fill my bag of miscellaneous stuff and variety not found in France (or did not taste the same despite all my efforts of imagination).
That's what looked like the contents of my suitcase on his return from Berlin:
Review details:
- The lemon zest and orange Dr. Oetker
Ultra-Small bags practices when you have a sudden craving for lemon cake or crepes Suzette without having Citrus at hand. Carefully observe the breakthrough of Dr. Oetker French market, hoping to see ALL of their products appear soon in France (and not only that their pizzas nobody understands why the Germans they would make better pizza than other ).
- From toothpaste lemon
I'm a bit manic-citrono indeed. And in toothpaste, is divine. In any case, much better than those horrible things to the mint m'arrachent mouth brushing each three-minutes-if-is-the-decay-insured (at the same time, I've never had a cavity , it must be true somewhere). And toothpaste with lemon, I have seen in Germany and Austria for the moment (Schlecker, Rossman, MD, Bipa, my loves: supermarkets entirely dedicated to hygiene products and beauty, a dream!).
- From Philadelphia
Well, I'm a little frustrated because he only remained in the balance, while the Philadelphia - like so many other things - plus it's more fat well ... Another perfect example of a product that should easily be able to find in France (even if only to allow me easier to make cheesecakes to fall), and still has not crossed the border. We can know why?!
- The junk food in the German
I'm not particularly proud, but I'm a fan of Fertiggerichte Maggi, those infamous powder which simply add water and simmer for Germany at the table (when we choose the range "Wirsthaus). It has everything to displease nutritionists: it is fat (bad fat), salty (too much) and it has no nutritional value. But it's good (and cheap), especially by letting good good cut, and adding - for lightness - a tablespoon of cream just before serving, and a big pile of parmesan on the plate. Best of all is the Nudelpfanne "Försterin" . But in the absence of the latter at Kaiser's Jan. 2 in the morning, I turned back on Spätzle with cheese and onions. Swallowed incidentally tonight: yum!
- From the ground poppy
God thank you, there are poppies in France. But no ground poppy. It must therefore have a grinder poppy able to do anything that poppies can be better, especially Mohnstollen, and Mohnkuchen Mohnschnitte. I'm going now, with my two bags of poppy ground, devote myself to the joys of baking and make lots of cakes that leave lots of very chic pieces poppy very black between teeth.
- From fencheltee
The fencheltee is the fennel tea, romantically called "Herbal anti-farts" by a friend. Not for its beneficial properties for the digestive system that I love this tea, but for its very mild anise flavor. To summarize, we could say that the German version and healthy ("gesund", a concept very important and much broader than "healthy" in reality) of pastis. I was in great shortage for several months, and here I am now well equipped. Warning, these two packages are not identical. Will you find the 7 mistakes that have crept into the picture? A hint: the best of both is the one below.
- From the Black Forest Schinken
I know there are at Monoprix. But to dare to say that, you have never tasted REAL Schwarzwälder Schinken, this ham deliciously spiced with coriander and juniper-smoked and fir, which has the taste of any other. It is served very thinly sliced, which adds to its delicacy and yet - lemon slice on the Coke-light - a small cardboard tray that gives it its final touch of chic. Yes, the ham in Germany, an entire poem.
- From Müllermilch with banana
I do not know how many times the Müllermilch bananas, sort of creamy milk shake, I was able serve breakfast during my internship. The hard times of my service tôtifs resolutely incompatible with my biological rhythm, I had often the only time in the morning to shower and dress before going flat out for hope to arrive in time for the 8am meeting am. The Müllermilch was swallowed after the meeting, quietly in my office. Mmmmm, good memories! Just milk, sugar, grapes and bananas. The first who suggested that I replace with Yop, I spit in the bottle marked for insulting ...
- Small gingerbread Christmas balances
Disappointed not to find Marzipanstollen (these kinds of big candied fruit buns filled with almond paste, covered with icing sugar to represent Christ in his swaddling clothes), I folded over these little gingerbread any soft, hidden under a crunchy crust icing and resting on a base of chocolate. Both say that Prosper and slices dry does not compete with that. They disappeared in one afternoon at the library.
- The Sicilian pesto Barilla
Finally, something fundamentally not German, but I can not find in France: the famous pesto Sicilian Barilla. I made provisions for me to take a seat. I'm so anxious at the thought of my next pasta party!
And yet, I forgot to photograph my kind of delicious Grießpudding Landliebe: just fine semolina, milk, a little cream and sugar, and it is divine. If Landliebe could settle in France, I am overwhelmed with joy elsewhere. Come on, it's nice for us!
addition to these small details, I want to say that I greatly appreciate your imagination and your natural tendency to over-interpretation: I tell you that I live temporarily in two, and you infer that I returned from Berlin with a Teutonic knight (no, I will not get the pun gravelly adding "who lunch", you do not take me in the act of vulgarity, frankly, what an idea), with whom I lived as married at the speed of lightning. I wish to deny. Berliners, I'd rather go see them at home (among others for the reasons mentioned above). 
There is a small program on Arte that I love: What I miss / Was mir fehlt (private joke: "I have the right to raise my blog if I want to bilingualism ! first). In few minutes, expatriates tell what they miss their homeland forever. It is often very instructive: it is discovered that the English put their blankets to tea, the Czechs are mashed much more easily than us thanks to a special grid, or that the Swedes have sweaters breastfeeding. A real tour of Europe by its small specialties, which shows that the unification of the EU market is not yet perfect, and sometimes it's better!
For me, this is not France that I miss when I am in Germany, but the reverse. Nothing of my homeland does not seem necessary my happiness when I saw outside France. Sausage? I do not care. Camembert? Okay, I'm not addicted. The stick? Well yes but no. I do not eat quaisment when I am here, so why be angry when I'm there. The veal stew? Quite feasible outside Paris. The wine? I only like white wine, and German and Austrian wines stand very well on that side. And that's for everything: I always find at best a substitute who pleases me most, at worst a parade.
Conversely, I can not go to Germany or Austria without a stroll through the supermarket to fill my bag of miscellaneous stuff and variety not found in France (or did not taste the same despite all my efforts of imagination).
That's what looked like the contents of my suitcase on his return from Berlin:
Review details:
- The lemon zest and orange Dr. Oetker
Ultra-Small bags practices when you have a sudden craving for lemon cake or crepes Suzette without having Citrus at hand. Carefully observe the breakthrough of Dr. Oetker French market, hoping to see ALL of their products appear soon in France (and not only that their pizzas nobody understands why the Germans they would make better pizza than other ). - From toothpaste lemon
I'm a bit manic-citrono indeed. And in toothpaste, is divine. In any case, much better than those horrible things to the mint m'arrachent mouth brushing each three-minutes-if-is-the-decay-insured (at the same time, I've never had a cavity , it must be true somewhere). And toothpaste with lemon, I have seen in Germany and Austria for the moment (Schlecker, Rossman, MD, Bipa, my loves: supermarkets entirely dedicated to hygiene products and beauty, a dream!).
- From Philadelphia
Well, I'm a little frustrated because he only remained in the balance, while the Philadelphia - like so many other things - plus it's more fat well ... Another perfect example of a product that should easily be able to find in France (even if only to allow me easier to make cheesecakes to fall), and still has not crossed the border. We can know why?! - The junk food in the German
I'm not particularly proud, but I'm a fan of Fertiggerichte Maggi, those infamous powder which simply add water and simmer for Germany at the table (when we choose the range "Wirsthaus). It has everything to displease nutritionists: it is fat (bad fat), salty (too much) and it has no nutritional value. But it's good (and cheap), especially by letting good good cut, and adding - for lightness - a tablespoon of cream just before serving, and a big pile of parmesan on the plate. Best of all is the Nudelpfanne "Försterin" . But in the absence of the latter at Kaiser's Jan. 2 in the morning, I turned back on Spätzle with cheese and onions. Swallowed incidentally tonight: yum! - From the ground poppy
God thank you, there are poppies in France. But no ground poppy. It must therefore have a grinder poppy able to do anything that poppies can be better, especially Mohnstollen, and Mohnkuchen Mohnschnitte. I'm going now, with my two bags of poppy ground, devote myself to the joys of baking and make lots of cakes that leave lots of very chic pieces poppy very black between teeth. - From fencheltee
The fencheltee is the fennel tea, romantically called "Herbal anti-farts" by a friend. Not for its beneficial properties for the digestive system that I love this tea, but for its very mild anise flavor. To summarize, we could say that the German version and healthy ("gesund", a concept very important and much broader than "healthy" in reality) of pastis. I was in great shortage for several months, and here I am now well equipped. Warning, these two packages are not identical. Will you find the 7 mistakes that have crept into the picture? A hint: the best of both is the one below. - From the Black Forest Schinken
I know there are at Monoprix. But to dare to say that, you have never tasted REAL Schwarzwälder Schinken, this ham deliciously spiced with coriander and juniper-smoked and fir, which has the taste of any other. It is served very thinly sliced, which adds to its delicacy and yet - lemon slice on the Coke-light - a small cardboard tray that gives it its final touch of chic. Yes, the ham in Germany, an entire poem. - From Müllermilch with banana
I do not know how many times the Müllermilch bananas, sort of creamy milk shake, I was able serve breakfast during my internship. The hard times of my service tôtifs resolutely incompatible with my biological rhythm, I had often the only time in the morning to shower and dress before going flat out for hope to arrive in time for the 8am meeting am. The Müllermilch was swallowed after the meeting, quietly in my office. Mmmmm, good memories! Just milk, sugar, grapes and bananas. The first who suggested that I replace with Yop, I spit in the bottle marked for insulting ... - Small gingerbread Christmas balances
Disappointed not to find Marzipanstollen (these kinds of big candied fruit buns filled with almond paste, covered with icing sugar to represent Christ in his swaddling clothes), I folded over these little gingerbread any soft, hidden under a crunchy crust icing and resting on a base of chocolate. Both say that Prosper and slices dry does not compete with that. They disappeared in one afternoon at the library. - The Sicilian pesto Barilla
Finally, something fundamentally not German, but I can not find in France: the famous pesto Sicilian Barilla. I made provisions for me to take a seat. I'm so anxious at the thought of my next pasta party! And yet, I forgot to photograph my kind of delicious Grießpudding Landliebe: just fine semolina, milk, a little cream and sugar, and it is divine. If Landliebe could settle in France, I am overwhelmed with joy elsewhere. Come on, it's nice for us!
addition to these small details, I want to say that I greatly appreciate your imagination and your natural tendency to over-interpretation: I tell you that I live temporarily in two, and you infer that I returned from Berlin with a Teutonic knight (no, I will not get the pun gravelly adding "who lunch", you do not take me in the act of vulgarity, frankly, what an idea), with whom I lived as married at the speed of lightning. I wish to deny. Berliners, I'd rather go see them at home (among others for the reasons mentioned above).
Thursday, January 3, 2008
What Can You Buy Alcohol With
I know I know
Yes, I know I'm not a big lazy writes anything. But first, I did not have internet for a long time, then I had not want to talk about Christmas to you my wishes, then I did not really have time. Moreover, the time, I did not work, then I pass just like that, to sign quickly.
I do not lack things to say:
- Seville, orange, sun, its everywhere and naps all the time, and its Mudejar architecture;
- Berlin, its snow, my favorite and Berliners woke me reconcile with wake;
- German supermarkets and the head (and smell) in my suitcase when I returned from taking my Teutonia for Germania;
- Air France and its organization of shit, my lovely Travel noisy neighbors and bulky, and the pleasure of the fart with international newspapers;
- and all other subjects promised ages ago (why I am a girl "in fact" the unanswerable questions, the questionnaire of Christmas Ashley all outdated now, etchétéra).
But I can not help it, I bump me. Much the same. I have a month before me to radically influence the course of my life, and I do not miss this chance. And work, it takes time, it's crazy.
Besides that right now I live in both, and also two live takes time no less. This morning, record broken: closed at 8am, I arrived in the library at 10:30. Certainly, 10.30, after a quick run to Starbucks to get the bad taste of my coffee without milk for breakfast, but I remind you that the coffee at the round green across from me and I took my Creme Brulee Latte to go. Besides, I prefer the White Moccaccino, for sure. In short: I do not understand how it is explained, but two, I do things more slowly.
bonus, the best research in the last hour: "Cream Nuxe to inflate their hands" (to prevent your marriage from falling?), "Restaurant eating monster" (good appetite of an ogre), and "Anne-Sophie beber GOLD GOLD GOLD whiting shrimp coconut GOLD GOLD GOLD Letizi eloquent" (your friends really are called prawns and whiting?).
I know, this note has no beginning or end, but at the same time, whatever I do, you will not be happy because I do not want you'll have a very good year in 2008. What can I do, frankly ... 
Yes, I know I'm not a big lazy writes anything. But first, I did not have internet for a long time, then I had not want to talk about Christmas to you my wishes, then I did not really have time. Moreover, the time, I did not work, then I pass just like that, to sign quickly.
I do not lack things to say:
- Seville, orange, sun, its everywhere and naps all the time, and its Mudejar architecture;
- Berlin, its snow, my favorite and Berliners woke me reconcile with wake;
- German supermarkets and the head (and smell) in my suitcase when I returned from taking my Teutonia for Germania;
- Air France and its organization of shit, my lovely Travel noisy neighbors and bulky, and the pleasure of the fart with international newspapers;
- and all other subjects promised ages ago (why I am a girl "in fact" the unanswerable questions, the questionnaire of Christmas Ashley all outdated now, etchétéra).
But I can not help it, I bump me. Much the same. I have a month before me to radically influence the course of my life, and I do not miss this chance. And work, it takes time, it's crazy.
Besides that right now I live in both, and also two live takes time no less. This morning, record broken: closed at 8am, I arrived in the library at 10:30. Certainly, 10.30, after a quick run to Starbucks to get the bad taste of my coffee without milk for breakfast, but I remind you that the coffee at the round green across from me and I took my Creme Brulee Latte to go. Besides, I prefer the White Moccaccino, for sure. In short: I do not understand how it is explained, but two, I do things more slowly.
bonus, the best research in the last hour: "Cream Nuxe to inflate their hands" (to prevent your marriage from falling?), "Restaurant eating monster" (good appetite of an ogre), and "Anne-Sophie beber GOLD GOLD GOLD whiting shrimp coconut GOLD GOLD GOLD Letizi eloquent" (your friends really are called prawns and whiting?).
I know, this note has no beginning or end, but at the same time, whatever I do, you will not be happy because I do not want you'll have a very good year in 2008. What can I do, frankly ...
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