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for a break.

I would like to take a break from myself. Do not be me within a few days. Be someone else. Live elsewhere, otherwise. Live differently. Under another name. Another body. Another profession. Another personality. Just do not be the person I am now.

I would like to use the pause function the remote. Stop everything to take time to breathe. Breathing. To perceive things from another angle. Clear my mind, clogged with a thick layer of dust. To see without being blinded. To try to find me. Especially. Because one day I'm lost. I wander past. And although it will, sooner or later, I regained my way.

But since in practice, neither the one nor the other of these solutions is possible, since it is illusory to hope that something miraculous happens, because daily life is like that, that I am must resolve to accept that she is human. She has no super powers. It can not solve all of a magic wand. The reality is much more complex. The outcome will not emerge from himself, I will act. Nothing happens if nothing is done.

A needed break. During which I temporarily step aside from this blog. I will return. Or maybe not. I do not know. Go figure.

Elsewhere, it is perhaps here ... [ following ]

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Rhhhhaaaaa. Definitely. While I grieves and night, and conspiring to harm me. (* )

Since Sunday afternoon, I wait.

I patient chronic me impatient.

I am crying. I sulk. I gasp. I curse my karma.

I want to use my new cell phone, good !!!!!!

yesterday by joining the customer service at Telus, I was warned that there might be a short delay of 24 hours before my activation. This morning, nyet. Still nothing. No service.

So I again contacted customer service at Telus in the early morning. Apparently, a glitch occurred when transferring my account to the card to the package (WTF? Why so complicated?) and I have to wait once more. 24 to 48 hours. Bouhhhhhh. Griping will not change anything unfortunately. To help me, we still added a bit of time to my brontosaurus that I will continue to use temporarily.

And as if that was not enough, I feel that a colony of bacteria (yet) immigrated in my bladder for the second time within a month. Say, amputate it, a bladder?

( *) This sentence is very appropriate pa s me, but Racine.

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You know it's Monday when ... Lifting

... it is 14.30, the Internet connection dying since 7:00 this morning and oh woe, the bookkeeper absolutely MUST forward the file to the payroll service AccèsD Desjardins so that employees receive their due.

Could you please tell me why These Things Happen it only Monday?

There must be a logical explanation. Therefore, one of these days I will write a thesis on the subject, entitled Monday, the day the gods cursed .

For, as stated by the great philosopher Garfield:

And I can also add a few words from a song by Irish band Boomtown Rats ( * ).

Tell me why?
I do not like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I do not like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I do not like Mondays.
I want to shoot
The Whole Day Down.

What? You do not know Boomtown Rats? Watch this piece and you will give me some news! (Ohh, lovely Sunday clothes!:-DD)

( *) Please note, the song recounts a tragic event happened in the United States during the 1970s. The group tells a shooting, perpetrated by a 16-year-old who opened fire in a courtyard school located just in front of his residence. This act of madness has cost the lives of two adults and several children were injured. For an explanation, when she was interviewed by police, the girl confessed "I do not like Mondays." Something as vile, full of contempt, without explanation other than a deep rage uncontrolled. Pure insanity.

worry, although I do not appreciate the Mondays, I have absolutely no intention to satisfy my murderous rage on poor defenseless people. Bah, once enraged many, I could always go molest some customers looking for a meal prémâché and without much flavor in the frozen food aisle at Loblaws.

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telephone

Done. I swapped my old hat black against a pretty pink cell. Oh he is cute and pretty!

After 7 years of loyal service, it was time for my old phone hangs up his skates. Happy retirement, old man! Long live the new all frisky.

I must wait until tomorrow ( bouhhhh ) for the transfer and commissioning, because I used an old system to the card and I have now opted for a monthly contract. For a head crazy like me, the card payment was becoming increasingly problematic. I forgot to renew my minutes continuously and therefore I would lose the accumulated time. I chose a very reasonable fee, especially since I am not of those who roam the cell phone to your ear at any time of day or night, or who download music, wallpapers and tutti quanti. In my case, it is a useful tool, mainly, but not a continuation of a vital organ!

that, I'm going to get better acquainted with my new toy ...

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Since Morpheus soon to visit me ...

23:30. I do not fall asleep.

The large envelope that acts as my body is a little whack, melee, fucked up since my awakening. Largely because I deigned to get out of bed until about 12:30, because of * ahem * * ahem * fiesta watered yesterday, but also by sheer laziness. As usually early risers (I would say even more! A very early risers), I'm in a trance tonight (euhh this morning?).

My body implores yet to close my eyes until tomorrow morning, but nyet, Morpheus me sulking. My stomach squeals. I made myself a coffee too late evening. I nibbling a little of everything. I played Guitar Hero (ohhh no, I cuckolded my tender Wii). In the comfort of my home, I shopped a new cell phone (this is an urgent need considering the fact that my present phone is 1) a hyper antiquated model 2) in a state of advanced decrepitude 3) so ugly I did not dare take it out of my handbag 4) obese when compared to newer models) and I'm considering buy the Motorola RAZR V3c , pink of course (any suggestions or comments?). I fafety here and there on the web, visit new blogs, short toured the world in 80 pages.

And I came across this questionnaire .

Bold, statements that relate to my experience (and my insignificant comments in brackets):

1. Pay your tour in a bar [ in shooters, in pitchers of beer and / or insulting. ]
2. Swim with dolphins in the ocean
3. Climb a mountain
4. Driving a Ferrari
5. Visit the Great Pyramids
6. Wear a tarantula
7. Take a bath with someone by candlelight
8. Saying 'I love you "and meant it, every time ...
9. Take a tree in your arms
10. Bungee jumping in the playground
11. Visit Paris
12. Watch a sea storm on
13. Staying awake all night to watch the sunrise
14. See an aurora
15. Go to a Major Event [ Considering the Valleyfield Regatta or a Canadiens game as a great sporting event! ]
16. Climb the steps of the Oratory of St. Joseph [ Bah. I'm just sitting on the front steps. I do not think it counts! ]
17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables
18. Touch an iceberg
19. Sleeping under the stars [ in a tent ... hey hey ... and at a birthday party in honor of my sis, I'm already sleeping out under the stars, because that smashed ... ]
20. Change a diaper
21. Take a trip in a balloon
22. Shooting stars
23. Be drunk with champagne
24. Give more than you can afford to charity
25. Observe the night with a telescope
26. Attend a world record
27. Doing battle with food [ And not only on Facebook ... hehehe ]
28. Bet on the winning horse
29. Asked out a stranger [ I have absolutely NO sense of direction then, obviously, yes. ]
30. Make a battle of snowballs [ Even as an adult! ]
31. Scream as loud as you could
32. Wear a lamb
33. See a total eclipse [ I was in high school at the time, we were allowed to leave classrooms to observe the eclipse. ]
34. Climbing a dune
35. Crush a home run
36. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking [ Oh. I'm probably at the stage of seasoned expert! Ha ha. ]
37. Adopt an accent for an entire day [ Hum. During my internship in Belgium when I was conducting tours at the museum, and even with the staff who welcomed me so nicely, I was trying to watch my diction and I even adopted a number of words and phrases of sentences typically Belgian ... but probably not for a day whole. ]
38. Feel really happy, even a short time [ Despite my temper sometimes a little (lot) grumpy and my tendency to mope 23 hours over 24, yes it happened to me. ]
39. Having two hard drives on your computer
40. Caring for someone who was drunk
41. Dance with a stranger
42. Watch whales in the ocean
43. Stealing a sign
44. "Travel backpack" in Canada
45. Undertake a long road trip
46. Rock climbing
47. Make a midnight stroll on the beach
48. Paragliding
49. Visit Ireland [ I too !!!!!! ]
50. Broken heart longer than you were actually in love
51. At a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and eat with them [ No, but there have been strangers to join me. ]
52. Visiting Japan [ That too, I ... ]
53. Milk cows and goats also
54. Sort your CDs in alphabetical order [ the days when I possessed only twenty CDs. :-P Today, it would definitely be the galley. And I'm not talking about the TV series. I have not seen, too. ]
55. Pretending to be a superhero [ Oh. I'm raving mad, but not at this point. Child, I dressed up as SuperGirl, however. Hey hey. I MUST find a picture to show you my pretty dress! ]
56. Singing in a karaoke [ I Do not Want to Miss a Thing toune IS ZE-karaoke-fetish. ]
57. Hanging out in bed one day
58. Playing football [ And I'm extremely bad, like all other sports. ]
59. Snorkel diving
60. Kissing in the rain
61. Playing in the mud
62. Playing in the rain
63. Being in a open air theater
64. Visit the Great Wall of China
65. Create your business
66. Falling in love without having a broken heart
67. Ancient monuments
68. Take a course in martial arts
69. Playing XBox for 6 hours straight [ Nah. But I feel that this is what may happen sooner or later with the Wii. ]
70. Being married
71. Turn into a movie [ A movie directed by a religious congregation, I made up the numbers ... I was about 7 years. ]
72. Organize a surprise party
73. Being divorced
74. Do not eat for 5 days [ Why would I do that ?????? ]
75. Make cookies from a bag ready [ but I prefer them myself. It's Better! ]
76. Winning the first prize in a costume contest
77. Riding a gondola in Venice [ Nah, but I went around the traghetto . ]
78. Being tattooed [ Whore. If only I dared to. ]
79. Canoeing-kayaking
80. Being interviewed on television
81. Send flowers for no reason
82. Playing on a stage [ On more than one occasion. I did dance and theater. Heck yeah. Despite my shyness and my legendary trouillardise grime. ]
83. Being in Las Vegas
84. Recording music [ Uh. In what sense? ]
85. Eating shark
86. Kiss since the first rendezvous
87. Being in Thailand
88. Buy a house [ A condo in fact ... ]
89. Burying a parent [ Yes and no. M'enfin. The story is too long to tell. And I do not want to. This is part of a drawer of my memory called I do not give af ****** shit .]
90. Taking a cruise
91. Speaking more than one language fluently
92. Raising children
93. Follow your singer favorite touring
94. Make a trip through a foreign country
95. Moving to another city for a new life [ More or less. I lived in Belgium temporarily. ]
96. Eat ants
97. Walking on the Golden Gate Bridge
98. Sing loudly in your car and do not stop when you knew someone was looking [ I claim my bullshit! ]
99. Undergo cosmetic surgery
100. Survive accident which you could not survive [ Bah. Is that being born is an accident? :-P ]
101. Write articles for a large publication
102. Losing more than 18 kg
103. Support someone who lost consciousness [ Generally, quite the opposite occurs because j th visit from time to time the phantasmagoric world of Alice in Wonderland. ]
104. Flying a plane
105. Touch a stingray
106. Breaking someone's heart
107. Help an animal to give birth
108. Making money on a game show
109. You break a bone [ The right wrist and 5 years. ]
110. Drill another part of your face than your ears [ The navel and these days, I think more and more to me pierce the eyebrow ... Hold me back or I will commit the irreparable! Hey hey. ]
111. Use a gun or other firearm
112. Eating mushrooms that were harvested
113. Ride a horse
114. Undergo a major operation
115. Have a snake as a pet
116. Sleep over 30 hours straight
117. Visit every continent
118. Make a canoe trip over 2 days
119. Eat kangaroo.
120. Eating sushi
121. Having your picture in the newspaper [ A local newspaper, two or three occasions. ]
122. Change someone's opinion about something you was really heart
123. Resume your studies [ Bah, in a sense. I temporarily stopped my studies after the college, just to work a bit to replenish my budget anorexic, and this, in order to enroll in college. I planned to wait a whole year before I make my entrance on the benches of this high-place of knowledge. Nevertheless, the eternal student I am not able to adjust to the idea of having to wait so long. That's why I signed up for the winter semester. ]
124. Making parachute
125. Wear snake
126. Building your PC from parts
127. Sell your artwork to someone who did not know you
128. Dye your hair [ is the story of my life! ]
129. Shave your head
130. Save someone's life

Say, Morpheus, well now you want me?

Rogers. T. Aa Butter Knife

All roads lead to my blog

In bulk, these are the "pearls" freshwater (or salt) of 5 or 6 weeks ...

In freshwater

• so when I can make you the types they visit in Montreal? [ wadding seal? ]

• anti head (sic) vamp (re-sic) [ here! A "plug" for Thierry - you owe me a coffee! :-P ]
  

• sounds of a mind [ Disturbing. I always believed that the spirits were silent. ]
  

• cat unilingual [ Cat in the direction of chatroom or the meaning of cat? The second proposal strikes me as rather silly. Although cats are not expressed in meowing then inevitably, they are unilingual. ]
  

• wacky speech [ Those of Jean Chretien, former Prime Minister of Canada .]
  

• have no regrets [...] claimed that mess, they are yours . and more importantly, screw. we grow old too fast. wisdom, it will be for when we get into the hole. [ One of my favorite quotes from the mouth of the great Jacques. Claim our shit! ]
  

• disabled brain Conservative canada [ Ha ha ha! Disabled brain = Conservative Party of Canada. Excellent. :-P Hmm. It makes me suddenly think that Stephen Harper appeared to me in a dream last night. Ohhhh, I had to take advantage of beer last night, poor thing before bedtime! : - / ]
  

• mathematics, a stinks much, madness [ Indeed, mathematics, it stinks in my nose! ]

• bad karma [ To be a victim of nocturnal visions in which one persists happily with the Canadian prime minister, he must indeed have a very very bad karma. ]
  

• song lyrics life of an alcoholic [ is the story of my life .]
  

• Filed problem (sic) live desjardins [ C ' is also the story of my life. ]
  

• lyrics offenbach must shoot j'me [ renamed That I gotta shoot j'me Loblaws ]
  

• lobster tattoo [ ehhh, it gives a kind fierce! Guaranteed success with the fairer sex. Hey hey. ]
  

• all blogs that are (sic) [ Good luck in your research, my man. You risk to spend the rest of your days. ]
  

In salt water:

• Modern Dance Naked [Dance old dressed? ]
  

• ad hustler canada [ Montreal ad funny? ]
  

• listings erotic spanking and whipping [ Welcome to the lair of the naughty Pauline ! ]
  

• blog sexy student alcohol [ Bah, there's just go have a look at Facebook, there's it's pictures of drunken students including mine - euhhhhh, false I am no longer a student . ]
  

• montreal madness deaf dumb crazy sex [ EWWW. ]
  

• Penguin very sexy [ a zoophile? Ewwwww. ]
  

• Penelope McQuade sex / Penelope McQuade nude photo [ To my amazement, a few similar applications have proliferated over the last two or three weeks. I'm confused. Ewwwwww. ]
  

In closing, has pParent my name was very popular these days - in addition to "Emily" which appears 19 times, we find among others:

• photo emilie running [ Hein, who took my picture during one of my jogging sessions? ]
  

• Emily boxer [ is my future career! ]
  

• Room emilie [ Bah, I do not know if we can call a great lounge room with only a sofa, a TV and a Wii. ]
  

• Emily the geek ['s me! :-DD ]
  

Nfl Players Jockstrap

Children homeland

Ami-es de France, good national holiday!

I (too) drunk yesterday your health! ;-)




I take this opportunity to publish a photo taken in Paris in November 2005.

I liked this small street ...

How Much Dobathroom Fans Cost

You know you're a Wii-addict ... Houses in suburbs

... when at work, writing a document in the language of Shakespeare, you write "wi" rather than "we."

Help me, doctor, I'm afraid that my case is so serious boundless.

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My dear friends (my dear friends, raise your glasses ... oh no, I'm still in the mode "brew" of last weekend, to be believed), the e today's television world rocked by a powerful earthquake! Indeed, the faaaabuleux [eh, what, sarcastic, you say?] TVA could come out of mothballs an antique dark times. A jacket fashioned from his closet. A rotten mummy's sarcophagus. A musty remains of his fridge. An old case, uh, with this you get the idea.

According Press which benefited from a leak it is unclear where [ always doo doo doo doo doo ], the company would Sherpas Films obtained funding necessary to implement motion of a project that exhumation of land part of the college band formed by the actors in a soap drama (romantic version of a soap opera, what) Made in Quebec : rooms in town.

The plot of this new series, which will likely title * oh * transcendent Children kings, revolve around the offspring of Pete, Lola and their friends and / or enemies co-roomers. Personally, I opted for a title at the height of absurdity of such a sequence, namely Rooms suburbs, because it is well known, the townspeople, once parents, bah they settle in the suburbs . But hey, we did not ask me my opinion. Too bad.

Maybe this is my negative side that emerges unexpectedly from his torpor-to-last day of the week tomorrow-thanks-God-It's-Friday (My dark side, if you prefer ... Luke, I am your father! ), but I see on the horizon that hides a thick fog, however badly the aura of failure that surrounds this project. So let the dead rest in peace. Certainly Rooms city had its glory years (188 episodes over seven years between 1989 and 1996, I agree, this is no small beer - hey, even beer! Deuce So would I ever wallowing in debauchery liquid (looks like my cousin Dodo), such a pathetic beeraholique worthy of Homer Simpson?) and marked the generation of young adults including myself. However, no use denying it: This soap opera has finally slowed down,. Moreover, the last two or three seasons I have seemed less exciting. Plates. These bottles of San Pellegrino left too long in the refrigerator with leftover moldy.

announced Tales of a flop? Hum. We'll see.

***

Also in television, I learned today while browsing the waves intergalactic (and with a month late) Luc Dionne is currently writing a sequel to the very most excellent series Omerta: The Law of Silence . Nevertheless, a guerrilla between two major TV networks, mainly because of a history copyright , which could derail the project.

Well, the answer lies just beneath your eyes. CBC nicely laid sanguignolant a fish carcass in the mailbox of VAT. VAT is calm while the pompom and dissemination may take place. Simplice, no?

This saga recounting the successes and disappointments of a police squad dealing with members of the Montreal Mafia at the time had almost given want to be mafioso - version high heels and pink lip gloss, it goes without saying. No joke. I have not missed a single episode of the three seasons that were presented on television in the late 1990s, and for good reason, I suffered from horrible indigestion caused by uh, well, I'll spare you the result the story a bit too uh, medical.

fuck IT it deserves to regain the poster !!!!! Not a soap opera starring the cherubim spoiled ex-tenants of Louise. Life, what an injustice. :-P

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Boogie! Summary

I * so * this game designed for the Wii! Strongly on August 7!!

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As promised, here is my weekend, in very brief summary that I will summarize succinctly (it could be more condensed, eh!), With some damning evidence in support, carefully selected my eye by an expert in Criminal crime scene of manners (in other words, I chose the most decent).

- Except Monday, the weather was not so bad (one special thank you to my beloved grandmother who hung her rosary on her clothesline - I begin to think that my grandmother has a direct connection and high-speed with the afterlife, God, the divine power, the Raelians or whatever It Is). We were treated to pleasant and very popular sunny throughout the weekend. OF Moreover, Yannick even tanned "resident" at its annual game of golf this Sunday (as evidenced by the red arrow that you can identify on the photo below, provided they have the piercing eyes of a lynx mountains ...). Two tan uneven, oh! beautiful. Nay, a pure delight for the eye. Ha ha. (No, it's not his illegitimate son.)

- The small big old I am won a resounding victory against two youths aged 15 at a soccer game - played a friendly course. Good good, it almost has equal value, you might say, two times five, but nooonnnnn, sorry, I still have 2 ½ years before attaining the age of the great prophetic responsible adult. I'm just more gifted at soccer, nah. (Or is that rush forward p hroughout like a superball bouncing proved most effective tactics to stop the ball.)

- Make a toasted marshmallow fight was a bad idea. I'm definitely too competitive and violent confrontation has killed my marshmallow roast just yet developed. Rest in Peace, poor marshmallow écrapou (yes, écrapou):

- Moment Me-MO-RA-BLE: four young men chore that lovingly rub the pile of dirty dishes from dinner.

- I swallowed a quantity Astronomical beer and wine, which my daughter air-who-swallowed-a-astronomical amount-of-beer-and-wine-:
(Bah FYI, yes, I had time to sober up since Sunday night. Still. I'm not as drunk as I look.)

The highlight of the weekend probably been the story of Paris groundhog Grignotte flowers at my front door at work , anecdote which made plenty of waves for days. All the lads here this weekend now feel that I have a spider dangling from the ceiling (well, that is not completely wrong) and I simply hallucinating this rodent dainty white flowers as a result of any beverage.

But! Undaunted by any obstacle to my madness, this time, I was much smarter than animals of the jungle Lanaudière (worthy of a remake of 'Over the Hedge to the power 10). Like a stalker in full safari in the bush, I dragged my camera wherever I went, where Paris has benefited from the excitement of the moving period to elect domicile in that other country. I chagrin, no trace of Paris. Small consolation, however, I chased a hare. And, to avoid passing once more for a victim of a psychotic neurotic animal I've literally seen here ... mouahahahahah!

(Rhhaaa, I'm clearly not geek enough to get to rotate the video. You'll have to stretch your neck. You can not say that this blog makes you do do not exercise, eh? Your health is important to me.)

Hum. Must admit that I do not know the definition of the word succinct. Neither brief. Or condensed.

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mosquitoes and some I'm the Queen of the Marshmallow! After

Back from my weekend in the (almost) wild. Unharmed, but all round devoured by a swarm of biting insects. Nevertheless, I return to town more Zen than ever.

Just slammed tonight, so I'll be brief! A single photo yet. I would add probably other incriminating photos accompanied by juicy details tomorrow!

Sneak Preview for the followers of the sect Facebook, trivial 114 photos waiting for your eyes. For hours and hours (well, at least a few minutes) of intense fun.

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biiiiiiip

Hello or good evening,

You have indeed joined the mailbox Emily [all upset because she has three days off, it will here , surrounded by her family, yéééééé].

I will be away until Monday evening and, therefore, unable to speak and / or you throw popcorn on Facebook.

If however you do want one, you can leave me a message after the tone (note that 50 cents per message will be debited from your account, and if you're a telemarketer shamelessly and you pollute my mailbox advertising your useless, you are liable to a fine of $ 35,000 or a duel of boxing on the Wii).

Ciao a tutti!

Biiiiiiiiiip.

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I what?

Found here and here . I pass the time while waiting for my towels are dry and archisèches!

I sleep ... badly. I put a lot of time to sleep, I wake up constantly, my dream world makes me paranoid to even the power of 4 half asleep, I gigotte like Jell-O in full seizure, I entangle myself in the sheets, I take all the room, I sometimes snore and talk in my sleep, and oh! sometimes even a trickle of drool flowing languidly on my pillowcase. In short, you do not want to sleep with me.

I eat ... too often. My stomach is a bottomless pit.

I piss ... frequently due to overactive bladder a bit. Too much information. : - /

I run ... close Lachine Canal, some nights not too wet.

I kiss ... as a goddess (my ego seems to have reached the ceiling level since this morning. Do not worry, this does not last). However, since these chaste eyes roam possibly a few lines, I will not add the juicy details and / or crispy (because juicy and crisp at the same time, I doubt that will be!).

I work ... because you have to pay for the Wii.

I push ... the same wily believe that any permit at Loblaws. And presto! once a shopping cart!

I mean ... French since my childhood, it is my mother tongue, that I cherish and I fed it with passion. I speak Français Mostly at work and when i travel. Parlo italiano è una lingua Bellisima boom che mi piace moltissimo ... sopra tutto è lingua del cuore!. Hablo espanol pero I'm a little rusty, mouahaha. And I pronounce a few phrases in German and unnecessary in Greek (through lack of practice, my memory has quite forgotten those two idioms).

I drink ... too much coffee. Definitely too.

I whistle ... rarely. Except in the presence of beings like him , him or her . Nah, let's see, I am far too well bred to stoop to this kind of act macho. ;-)

I fart ... a check from time to time.

I go ... and I'm going down, because according to a law of physics, what goes up must come down necessarily.

I see ... often la vie en noir, parfois en rose, mais jamais en brun.

Je chante... *tellement* mal. Prière de ne jamais m'inviter à participer à une soirée karaoké. Vous n'en sortiriez pas vivants. Surtout si j'interprète ma chanson-karaoké-fétiche: I don't want to miss a thing d'Aerosmith. Défonçage de tympan garanti. I don't want to close my eyeeeeees! Oh I don't want to faaaaallll asleep! Cause Id miss you baby and I dont want to miss a thiiiiingg! Cause even when I dream of youuuuuu ahhh, the sweetest dream will neeeverrrrr doooo ohh! I'd still miss you baby! And I don't wantttttt to miss a thinggg!

I hope ... that time will not be too bad this weekend!