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I am with my parents in the woods, and my laptop is dying. This is not the first time I say that, I'm fucking rambling, I know, but this time I think it's dog because I finally bought a charger to replace the old one which is broken. It's been over a year I no longer use my bébéMac. Now that I think our union back, he decided he had given enough. Criss. Right now, I write on its smooth keyboard, keyboard that I enjoyed during his three years of service, but I know he can die at any time. I often do apple + save and I did not move a millimeter. It's a bit depressing, because I do not know when I have the budget to buy his successor. Bleh.
At least, my enjoyment of the moment (because we must try to find small pleasures in daily life, I think I read that at least 34 times in Reader's Digest), is the smell of muffins blue and brown that are ready and I go out of the oven at the moment.
[fate muffins without burning]
Mmmmmmm, what a smell! It's been years since I did not make muffins, I who was once a leading expert (it's not for nothing that I nicknamed "Miss Muffin"), and I have the chance to reconnect with my passion with blueberries Charlevoix tenderly plucked from my parents. I added chocolate chips to the recipe to make it more pig, even though we know that dark chocolate is now a health food (yesterday I read a chapter on chocolate in the book "Foods against cancer" found in the library of my mother). And I'm sure if I flip all Reader's Digest lying around here, I will find dozens of articles wind virtues of chocolate. Speaking of Reader's Digest, not bad at all I read here, having forgotten my books with me (I still can not believe this oversight stupid ...). Before arriving here, my parents and I made a detour from my other mother (the sister of my mother) and I borrowed a Harlequin. I never read that in my life, and I thought it was an opportunity to do so since I knew I would be stiff and stuffed into the woods for an indeterminate time without my books. Saying that there are so many that I read, I will not even have enough time in my life and I will still read "The Price of lies". My curiosity about these books came after reading "Love in the English," Roberta Gray Lady. I had so much fun reading this book that I reread a whole day I was looking for tasty passages to share this pleasure with a literary friend. I would recommend you and all the books of Sir Robert Gray ("the nephew of Lady", who died in 2008), but I do not think they are to find, except perhaps in bookstore. I sincerely hope that the books of Sir Robert Gray will some day be reprinted because they are really worth. 'Picnic and I agree on the fact that they are the best novels of the universe and homoerotic of all time.
short, I read a Harlequin and I must find the courage to immerse myself, then I discovered all sorts of things to do. Ah, well, I'll update my CV ...

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Who is Vincent Simon?

Simon Vincent, is the friend I found on Facebook.
Said like that, it looks stupid and it is not very serious, but me it makes me laugh. Our first contacts were simple virtual trade in the comments of the Facebook page of a mutual friend. There are only three or four months, we dirtied the wall with our Keuveun delusions that lead nowhere, just for fun to do. And it is the fault Maxym Ringuette ™! He started it! Then we started chatting and texting is. And as we Maxym and I got along with him, we thought it would be good in person. He was invited to spend a weekend at home. I asked him if he was sure to trust strangers, I said that I was perhaps a real serial killer, but the warning did not discouraged come meet us, and then he would also benefit to the knowledge of our Keuveun as it turned out that those two did not know that much, really. They had crossed only once, but you just have to see once and for becoming friends on Facebook, you already know ...

Vincent Simon, the young man who shut his mouth at any old whiners who claims that young people today are rude and / or have lost the true meaning of family values. He is courteous and nice (a rare quality that I appreciate), and it seems he loves and respects his family and friends (I had the chance to observe The Vincent Simon in the wild more than once). (It looks perfect, but it surely has hidden defects, otherwise I suspect him of being an android.) But what really impressed me, like "woah, it throws me to the ground and I can no longer close my mouth or my zoeils "is when he began to fold the sheets in which he stayed during his first weekend at home: he FOLD A FITTED SHEET. Not curled up there, FOLDED, perfectly folded. I still can not. I do not even think it was possible to do this. How long have I left myself although the idea of folding a fitted sheet, I just squeak it in a pile without remorse on a shelf in my closet. But when I saw him do that too cleverly, I immediately wanted to marry her. What a man.
Anyway, it now forms a couple with adorabe Keuveun when I get married in another life.
Vincent Simon has managed to convince me to visit him at his home in the suburbs in a green field, tomorrow, even if the temperature makes me stay holed up in my bunker costs moderately. Seeing that I hesitated to move, he convinced me with three things: video games, air conditioning, swimming pool. Basically, that's all I 've done for days squatting in Maxym. And it will go on, except that I will be with Maxym, Simon and Vincent Keuveun! Wuhu! We're going to drink sodas at Pop's! Like
summer.

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keywords is funny business

Just to please you, here are the 25 keywords that have generated hits on my blog ...

1. zepam
2. lorazepam blog (It's me, that!)
3. blackbird attack qc
4. attack by American Robins
5. what kind of world do we live
6. what kind of world do we live? (Yes, with a question mark you have better search results.)
7. exterminate Camellini (Yes)
8. exterminate Camellini (OUIIIIIIIIIIIIII!)
9. slut wife (No, sorry ...)
10. thread floss on bow (bow + Anne + shibari floss)
11. Lobster any brown that looks like a cricket? (I sympathize with you who have seen such a monster ...)
12. lorazepam dog
13. my 2 year old daughter to swallow lorazepam what to do (Excavations and the Internet does not particularly go to the emergency room, flies.)
14. monique pennyroyal (YÉÉÉ!)
15. orazepam
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17. penis cauliflower (These are things that happen, it seems ...)
18. that means the 9 angels t "in the help (NOOOOOOOON!)
19. what crazy world (I know bin.)
20. Sophie and her dog (Eew.)
21. Frixione pen reviews (Blame it on Symon and his advice on the EUF: D)
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Twilight and I love the summer pwel

I explain to my roommate that a verbal contract with Vincent very seriously Simon: I make the sacrifice to watch Twilight with him, and he will look at all my Takashi Miike with me. I have dozens mouhahaha!
The roommate told me that eventually I might be stiff and stuffed to go see the third film, but there is no question, our contract does not include the entire saga. He tells me that one of the characters, Jacob the werewolf, sank and all the girls that people lack the breath in the cinema when Jacob takes off his sweater. I replied that I'm not impressed, I'm pretty sensitive to muscular men, and that's not me who will sink to the ground for Jacob is not even as good as my friends SIFF.

Me: In addition he has no hair! A werewolf who epilating! But not! In what world do we live? "
Roommate: I know bin, but it's a metrosexual!
Me: It's a métrolycanthropesexuel?
(The roommate finds me noodle and fled to her room. End.)

short, all that to say that I rarely opinionated, but I think a werewolf no hair, I think it's not such full credibility, right? Yeault.

Jeffersonville, Inmy Little Pony Cake

And do not look for a hint of sarcasm in that title, I love summer for real! I tolerate heat well (I'm so chilly), and in this hot spell, I'm lucky because I am not one of the unfortunates who are forced to work outdoors or who live in a small apartment fourth floor in downtown Montreal. I even luckier because I am on vacation and I hang in Maxym Ringuette ™ in his basement or cool in the pool. You play Super Nintendo on the HD screen of his parents. It feels strange to see my characters in FF IV on a large screen, high definition ...

I spend most of my time quite motionless by survival instinct but mostly out of laziness (the heat is a good excuse for not squealing), and try to enjoy warm summer nights out a bit . This week, I'm a little walk with Maxym in his neighborhood (one evening, actually). It was so good! When we passed near a pond, we heard cries of frogs. And as I 'love hear the songs of frogs, I insisted we stop for a moment and we appreciate this magical moment. Maxym thought they were bullfrogs, but I was pretty sure not. So I checked the Internet and I identified our charming Anura: Rana clamitans of *! Grounouilles varta or, in common parlance. I've never seen a bullfrog, and I hope at least to hear this summer.

Rana clamitans all puffy.

On the way back, told me that Maxym through an area of desert (but I'm safe because they do not go that far, especially when it's sunny). In saying that, I feel a little dry and uncomfortable objects fit in my shoe ... I immediately think of the Desert (an old phobia that I have not yet set) ... I hurry off my shoe ... I panic a little but I keep myself from screaming (I keep in mind that we are in a residential neighborhood at 1:30 am) ... I take off my shoe ... and what do I see? A DESERT fucking UGLY. ARK. I had shivers of disgust. How will I ever manage to live with these monsters?

* Click on the link! Pure cutitude !

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I HAVE NO TIME TO BLOG, I say without screaming swallow my saliva

I was preparing a note, a beautiful love story, but Oli-Hen just called me to repeat myself three times "you'll be ready at 8am, Han?" So I'm going to prepare myself to be ready at 8am, and I will end this note again ...
(I take my vacation forced to go hang out at Maxym Ringuette has a basement and a cool pool. POOL! Waw. The big luxury dirty. I was very happy to soak myself this week, after seven years out of the water. And I'm still going to humiliate me swim in boxers for men (I have no shirt) as a little dog in "is not even-that-really-know-it-no-swim". I'll bathe in Oli-Hen Sabie with our beloved redhead and Maxym just join us later. It seems like forever that I am not left with a bunch of friends in a pool? W00t! I hope we will have as much fun as an Archie Comics! I think I'll even bring my big killer of inflated Douleurama hanging in my room (my bad my talents Deco ...), it'll give me a reason not to swim like Mitch.
Oli-Hen has always afraid I'm late for our appointment. And he's right! Proof? I'm still at my computer. Argh.

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Alice (Woody Allen)

When, at the very beginning of the film that Woody Allen committed in 1990, the filmmaker takes us into the apartment of his heroine Alice, by the way, via a camera, for having opened the doors to the discretion of the person who wants to see without being seen, we would almost seem to be his accomplice in voyeurism, it does no more than a minute to say what bowl, how damn lucky she had in her life, Alice! Is that this luxury apartment, fully dressed and silence, silence which is itself a luxury, Alice did not live openly campaign, it would not hurt to install it yourself. And I guess that's businessman husband, by his proud bearing, and his two children, we hardly hear, would make the happiness of more than one wife. And besides, if we could quantify the easy life of Alice, we would like to write this number without a minus sign or decimal chipoteuse for its own account. Only
voila, when you see Alice for the first time, the lady who has everything to be happy, is in exactly the position of those people who are there while the other part. Sitting in front of a grapefruit aa barely touched it, her head resting on an arm that seems to substitute the pillow she just left, ear and eyes to sleep in the wave, it is, indeed, this then, like them, dreaming. And since the dream of Alice is then bound, not to what one might believe, or desire to ever Baccarat on its shelves, or even to buy haute couture dresses, so appealing and so elegant in their window they push it to cram more and more clothes in their closets, cabinets themselves cut by carpenters would not work for everyone, but an affair of the heart that has begun could not be more ideally, we need not even notice the bathrobe she still wears on his shoulders, while all his followers have the bit between their teeth or even to pay attention to those little things that exchange with her husband who say, do not go beyond making appointments, that this woman is more to her husband that the organizer's home, to be able to say that money has not really made her happy.
In fact, Alice has only one desire: to get the hell out, sawing the bars of her gilded cage, kicking into touch the blandness and emptiness of bourgeois life of his small tidy, not to give orders to the good and not hear the instructions of the husband flee the luxurious shops she goes all day to kill time and return to their gossip and their nastiness, true-false friends that she meeting, to return it to her, her and her passions, which, to be finally experienced, would use this wonderful energy that can only suspect it. Poorly channeled, misused to do only the things that make walking a thousand miles from her secret garden, sometimes to turn against her, like a self-punishment, because this lady, a good Christian, feels feel terribly guilty of such desires, moreover, this beautiful energy is indeed the source of all his back problems.
And what's more normal, in short, to take to their heels, to start over from scratch, a love story that begins nicely? That Alice, despite his expensive lifestyle that would put a bit above everyone else, is at the bottom of itself, not very different from the most destitute of death. Like her, because she wants to be loved for what it is, and think that love, the promise of mutual understanding and realization of self, is the answer to everything. And like her, unfortunately it tends when love repoint the tip of his nose, for it will be in the form of a jazz saxophonist in the name redolent of a western hero, serving his memory of everything which could prevent him from succumbing again. Evacuees from his head, Indeed, all the worries that inevitably all life in two very people she wants to escape having precisely known, with her husband, the entire range, where in his dream had been committed before the grapefruit just begun, she tenderly glue his lips to those of the musician. Similarly, forgotten all the little differences and other flaws ilk at the very beginning of a love story the lovers manage to clog with blows kisses, but, over time, kissing n'officiant more really then take the bad taste of habit, become impassable chasms, when one Later, for attention, then get the favor of the new prince of her heart, she pretends to know them as much as him in jazz. In short, in a word like a thousand, Alice wanted to have nothing to learn from its past failure, will embark on this new love just as she did with her husband. Besides, this story begins in exactly the same way, either by the same: "You're beautiful. "
And, in my opinion, we must remember that " You're beautiful. " because he not only said the error perfectly Alice, Alice eternally trapped by the beauty, Alice seems decidedly do not want to understand it takes more than a physical attraction for a successful marriage, and that, despite having made the painful experience but it also gives the measure , tone, cadence, to the the staging that Woody Allen used to tell the romance between the heroine of his film and her prince charming.
course, one may find this way of doing a bit conventional, even a little lazy in writing as Alice and the saxophonist Joe will love as one loves the movies or, for short, amid threadbare park flooded rain while whispering a thousand things pleasing to the ears than ours, of course, will not hear in order to enhance the romance of the thousand agreeable things they have to say, the absence of words refocusing our attention on the idyllic and somewhat mysterious scene when they compose. But at the same time, as we see here the dream life as Alice, one can not but agree, and also because we see a filmmaker to let go at the novel genre in good faith, as if himself had a taste, it is necessary, why not applaud with both hands again, as if the cinema complex it is sometimes a romance without rhyme or reason, for the tour to give pleasure and beauty, it's all the time. And the rest is the same happiness that I welcomed the Chinese doctor, mentor to Alice, as if he denounces all around, including its ease-deception, a provision of which it Unfortunately, not exclusivity, if true, the world would not be the farce it is, it always does under the guise of a certain poetry.
After living on the seventh heaven at the top of a building so little stingy light that poor Alice, who was, like all women, not thin enough, they preferred to give himself fully dressed, not without having previously screaming "I'll go on a diet! " terrified, Joe Sax, whose pistol was always ready to draw, he cared little target, sacred Woody to make man a sex addict, would eventually give up Alice's hand, preferring instead to his love, she had for her sincere, that his ex-wife Vicki, a love for the least questionable to have been blown by a psychiatrist in fashion. He joined and all those people who opt for business complicated by heart, the anguish they generate remaining perfectly manageable and sufficiently bouffeuses time to prevent them from thinking. But this break, which fell like a cleaver, it would be lucky to Alice, because this type of life was as she dreamed, not life as she wanted. After a brief return home, stay that would teach him, among other things, that she had been wrong to blame for his extramarital affair, her husband informed the working-girl with the blessing of her conscience, she would fly to Calcutta Mother Theresa. In Wonderland, Alice then said goodbye. And my goodness, there are days, where I'd better like it.