I come around once again not to write my thoughts in writing and to ask myself the same time, if we have only too much need for recognition, or whether this is a pitiful attempt to cope with reality.
now - we'll see ...
In autumn, when it gets cold and gray and the days shorter packs us the longing and melancholy. Sometimes you feel more at this time against his fighting their own demons to have.
And in winter, then packed us all. First we get soaked, battered just still upright from the fall and since she is already packed and unexpectedly from behind us - the Christmas season. With all the gift buying stress and cookie-baking arias we try the general flow of we-have-we-ja-all-so sweet-Human but to preserve even a little bit beast quality sarcasm, so we then but on New Year's Eve still on "everything will be fine next year," and solemnly engage with course 2 per thousand in the blood, which we swear to do everything and no longer do - NEXT YEAR. (But these resolutions are made but only to break them.)
After this I-am-so-so-pitiful-season more or less put behind us, so we're waiting for the 5th most Season in the spring.
And what happened? Nothing? It does not make a spring fever, yet the sun warms our hearts to suffering a little.
around us is just drunk or make out carnival Jecke tow. One way, no further significant male species ... though?
This special type of males, we will probably go down further after the so-called Women's Carnival and focus Thursday. Let's put it this way that we conduct a study on us live and direct object it will report. Courtship behavior in the wild (or in a champagne bar), drinking behavior in dwindling supply material, mating fights with engaging "audiences" as well as battle of the sexes of the multi-drinking.
We'll see, we are blogging and we'll see ....
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