You feel like the patient an intensive care unit.
Your entourage is doing all it can / should be [sometimes even voluntarily] to keep you awake - Some bottles of wine and a dinner Wednesday night in Montmartre,
- A watered Before Pédéland to celebrate the late summer Friday night
- A cocktail / dinner picard / Café / Cinema Saturday night
[I still have blood stains and pieces of brains on clothing ...]
- A Sundays at Heaven [ still ] Sunday evening.
Next weekend, you escape to Brussels ...
Thyself, you know that you must occupy yourself, there is no downtime: - You work as a bully, you do work long hours,
- You listen to music in the office [high, very strong music]
Archive - Fuck U
- You do sports, many sports. It holds out the unused nights. You come home tired and you sleep a deep slumber ...
- You even included the reading [Well, okay, but it's already Beigbeder's it!].
- You feel that you're not ready to start over with someone else. What has happened since early August was the fact that you confirm ...
- You reactive frame your network [the PQR are still there ...], you renew a bit, you find even neighbors ...
- That said, you also know (from experience) that is when you least expect it that ...
Sometimes you can not prevent it, that you will return to full mouth [as a blow to baseball bat].
[...] You try to turn the arguments in the sense that goes well.
You say that this move possible, you'd finally had to do earlier: It will probably help ... [...]
"- Mr. B., wake up! Stay with us!" "- Heeeein?!" [...]
I open my eyes, elongated my towel on the edge of the pool solarium Paris.
The Balloon shitty little band playing in a bathing suit just happened to me in the mouth for the second time. "- Nan, I keep it, you do shit with your ball! I warned you."
"- Please Monsieeeeeur ..."
"- No, hold it ... [I throw the ball outside the fenced perimeter]. Ya football pitches for it. You see, that's fine and it's free too!"
My buddy approves, my neighbor right too ...
Apart from that?
"- B., damn you lost, it suits you ... "
" - Oh, bah I wonder what I'm here ... "
" - Yeah, B., you are really gun you know, I thee 'I said last time ... "
" - Yes, always my fragrance of hetero ... "
" - In fact, stop, stay away: You smell of sex! "
" - Well find me if you want someone to be quiet again, eh ... "[...]
What else?
Sunday afternoon while returning from the pool:
" - So , you'll go and live in western suburbs? "
" - Oh no, no question, the suburbs, it's not for me! "
"- This is not what you said a few months ago ... You made sure that the suburbs [and suburbs in particular] was great! And I thought: Damn, for that he says it, you really love it ... the poor. "
"- Yes, finally, was something else ... The only one I have to move."
"- Yeah. Still: Love, it really makes con ..."
"- This said, you know that I, I (even) do not need that to be ..." [...]
And if not?
I could take a stabilo yellow, blue and Love lasts three years .
I could highlight in yellow the passages written by me would believe that [even the style is sometimes is disturbing] and those that believe in blue written for me. I could ... [But it would not remain many non-highlighted text]
But noooo, it's going very well at last!
[This book is a killer]
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