Thursday, June 28, 2007

Graves Eye Disease More Condition_symptoms



pervades the Internet waiting che il mio relatore mi scriva una risposta al quesito che gli ho appena posto. Attendo, attendo ma quello non risponde.
MA come mi ha scritto 5 minuti fa e adesso che fa? Il tipo e' nella madrepatria India e quindi tra fusi orari ed un certo suo atteggiamento di scazzo, e' difficile ottenere da lui indicazioni.

Ogni tanto manda email pretendendo analisi o robe varie o facendomi capire quando inutile lui pensa che io sia. Ma forse e' solo la mia impressione. Mi sono stancata di fissare la posta e fare refesh e allora ho deciso di tatuare questo momento della mia vita nel blog.

Mi sparo gli Skid Row, i Pixies e i NOFX nelle orecchie e cerco di organizzare i giorni a venire a ritmo elevato. Nessuna assunzione all'orizzonte.

Whoops, and I 'came the mail sciuri prufesur
I knew it. I want to make life difficult. Not only me, but actually passed also to Marcel. I have rewritten and I asked if it 'really sure what he wrote. I have not found another rhetorical artifice to get it back on his feet.

's almost 10 and I have put in preparing for an exam I have no time to be here to bargain with you. Time and 'little. The ephemeral and enigmatic life and you fuck with me with your tables of correlations.

Saturday, June 23, 2007

Church Anniversary Letter



I can not believe
Yeah, 'Monday' and 'own, is fierce on the last day of work. Tomorrow (or maybe today) my team takes me out to eat. Yesterday there 'was the party Company where, as the regularization of months of non-life, are stoically stayed until 4 am with a couple of managers of various departments.

The corporate party.

Now I could write about events, but now the Internet has 'done well' fluid that you never know where you slide your sbrodolature. Mica the good old days of the old office.
I would just remind me of my great attempt to pogo with the senior systems manager. Pogo, jump in the back and elbow. Years and years and years of training at Radio Sherwood Festival. Nothing but balls. The corporate scene to look.

The terrible scene with the Dutch Account. I hope to forget in a hurry and without pain. The next speaker strategically
chat I left unvoiced. Taxi that arrived too quickly or just at the right time. Come on, there 'nothing better than to want to stay but eventually go away. Dai. Come on up. I told you I write. Go, go .....

And walk the wet streets and teach "Free Free" to the good old senior systems manager

Free free free, however we
what
who knows what ?....... who knows what it is!
long as we were young it was something else


thee 'leaders' system manager?

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Brazilian Wax In Ann Arbor




Me in Jerusalem

As usual, I think I HAD lost something.


Jona Took a picture of me