Shingles African American

After the rain ... Heroin

Because worries, having piled up by the dozen on my frail shoulders, stand for themselves;

Because the hassles they dissipate along the gray;

For I know not what determination, out of nowhere, which ward off bad luck, allowed me not to falter;

For me the strength instilled some individuals (and the main interest will recognize! )

Because, to paraphrase another life does not always shit!

Two good news allowed me insight into the immediate future from another angle. On a more positive. More lucid, without doubt. Not one, but two good news. The end of the world is near.

At first, morning, at work, I got why I fought for several weeks. Without going into details, let's just say that this announcement, which comes at me, allow me not to commit hara-kiri with the cutter in the next few weeks.

Then, after an intense search for accommodation - that although it was short, struck me as tedious, boring, tiring, unproductive ... bah, a housing search, what - yesterday I went visit a small loft. The trigger was immediate. Total. Overwhelming.

Today, I waited nervously though the call of the lady met yesterday, which was to send me the results of credit investigation. The ax has fallen to 14.00.

- Are you still interested in the loft?

[ Me, uncertain, unsure if the question was asked in a tone favorable or not.]
- Euhhh, yes, why?

- Because I received the results of credit investigation.

[ Shlak shlak shlak. The sound of my shaky hand on the handset against my ear. ]
- Euhhhhhhhhhh! Yes! Yes, I am still interested.

- The loft is yours. When will you come sign the lease?

O happiness. I almost danced with joy in my office. I was jubilant. My first lease only. My first home where only my roommates are my cats and my thoughts. My first appointment with me.

Nothing to see, however, with large areas opulent Old Port. This loft is certainly big enough for a man and his four loving fur balls, but exit the trillions of clothes almost never worn. In rebus objects without real utility. Recycling the paperwork cumbersome. I clean my life, I also have to empty cupboards and drawer bottoms.

500 square feet of space where I live as I see fit, from 1 November.

meantime, I have much to do ...

Stop Breakthrough Bleeding

fallen

tonight, time is the secret (Janette Bertrand, get out of the body).

I humbly admit it. Yes. Like many other women before me, and despite my feminist side-self-emancipated but not-too-I in the past, ever wanted - secretly, of course - to be elected two men. Like a fantasy egocentric confessed lip, almost furtively. Selfishly. Capsize two hearts. You know, a little story on the edge of the grotesque, half mid Harlequin romance romantic comedy sauce Hollywood.

But that was before being plunged into turmoil.

Yes, I have a Bridget Jones in me. Probably. Like many others, probably.

However, the heroine of the story, the story of it, mine, my story, is not a fictional character. She has a conscience, which dictates what is good or not, she has a heart, she knows how to listen sometimes belatedly, a head that goes her head, and a soul certainly a bit much clueless.

Be loved by two men at once is not an epic. Rather, in my view, an ode to torture. In dementia. Be desired, I strut madly, ultimately I think it is a luxury, sometimes a reward, but rarely a hello. So that being loved, a feeling that tears, which pierces, I can not, if this sentiment implies that tears me from quartering I am, what I want to be.

Inevitably, this kind of situation hurts everyone involved. Although. Even if. Anyway. Despite all my good will. For no one can live without pain. Because it must certainly be wrong to live. We must suffer to feel truly alive. And today, I know what it is like being alive.

The synopsis does not say how that one has overcome her grief. For separation, a step that ends, it is also a bereavement. The story does not say whether he forgot, he has pardoned or has forgotten forgive. The fallen hero would like to know happy though. She hopes that she is meurtissure author will heal with time.

The synopsis suggests, however, that one, who chose it. She who was to start thinking. This, but this one. The latter, which at this stage of his life, found himself at the forefront. He emerged after a series of signs that she has tried to push too softly with the back of the hand, but that she could not ignore for long. Whoever brought her what she was looking likely. Whoever he was, presumably, allowed to bloom again in the spring after hibernation started without his knowledge. One who has, quite simply.

What the future holds?

And this film, he has a happy ending worthy of the name?

I'm convinced. Because happy endings , it takes sometimes.

Blank Driving License Template

Metro, boulot, dodo

I'll be brief (but am I really capable?).

So much to tell and so little time.

So little time to accomplish everything that I live now. I work, I work, I work. All I did was work all summer. Do I really enjoyed my summer? No. Absolutely not. And recent weeks have been hectic. Emotionally explosive at times. Interspersed with endless work, tears, anguish.

And it seems to me that I spend a lot of time railing against the slow (and unnecessary detours) transit I squatted in a very intense for a month (STM'm considering asking to pay them a pension food), reflecting a temporary move to my mother who lives in the area * almost * (read: Lachine). That said, you're wrong, I love Lachine, eh. It's just that uh, how to say, here and below the galaxy of orphans ( *) is the same.

I made a first visit home today. Visit inconclusive. But since we must start somewhere, I declare open season on hunting units (knowing full well that September is not the best time for Crocodile Dundee housing, but must believe that the Teenage Wonder woman in me wanting to challenges ... * sarcasm, sarcasm *). For I am determined to end this mess existential suffocated last few months. So I settle in faster one in me really to me, and the sooner I can have some stability, so that I can finally one day starting a job search in my field fabulous (read: challenging though underpaid) so that finally, finally, I am happy on every level. Because for three weeks and dust, the heart is doing pretty well it! It is high time that the head follows the current.

Hum. This is actually what I might call short text. ;-)

(*) In a galaxy near you will enlighten you about this thorny problem.