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In January I forgot

.. but I do not have two outfits of the day yet.

My new jersey dress (even sewn), once with Gudrun Sjödén to work:



and once in the evening to go out:

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melwen_alana @ 2011-02-25T13: 13:00

Again a Friday Filler:

1 . Actually, it would be nice if there were in the company the opportunity for a nap.

second produce manure, and then argue with critics, the others are just jealous of something is ridiculous .

was third last night I very nice visit .

fourth Unfortunately Scandinavia so far away.

5 I could never run a marathon. The training for something I'd not be interested.

sixth I would never peel potatoes, if I had a cook.

7th As for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to the Tibet Restautant tomorrow I have planned a "home-rumrüssel Day" and Sunday I would like with my treasure to the Kunsthistorisches Museum !

Dealing With Gastroparesis

Frustration is stupid

I think I'm running like screaming here in the triangle. But violent.
I get upset so rarely and if so, it takes in any case only a few minutes and I am again the ignorance itself, but I've just repeatedly turned my whole room upside down (and myself, even in the dusty and dark depths of the inner life my bed ventured) and find it not easy. And I can not imagine that I would ever knowingly thrown away. But I cling to it very much.
what is being discussed? Two dreams that I have written similar years ago. I have kept these two records as a treasure and a flat dragged into the other without ever losing. And now I can not find them. I think I scream the same. Oh, and in the delta race course. I still remember every detail of it, but that does not change the fact that I would have liked the exact words. Can perhaps only understand the least, but my dreams are just incredibly important. And these two also my first two Zelda dreams were. Silly? Maybe. But valuable to me personally. And I can not find this precious memory. It is the cry!

also bitcht My mother once around (otherwise you can not call it.) I hate to have to live here. I just want to own in a life. It pisses me off sometimes so so on (but only for minutes.)
had yesterday, once again one of these deep philosophical conversations with her that we are on the way to work and back home somehow always lead because we are bored.
No, I have no fear of death by cancer. I would even welcome it.
Yes, I see the cancer as a flu. In the past, people died because now it's just cancer.
No, I have no goals and Ambitions in life. Life bores me and makes me sick. I'm so pumped full of traumas and phobias that I may not even have fun in life, if I wanted (since I do not want it, has indeed done that before.)
That's all one big pile Dummfick.
And I develop some feelings that I never wanted to have. Okay, so I can handle now and strangling them simply, one of my easiest tasks, but as long as they flit around here are annoying, they tell me. And I've got the Gori falls victim to the frustration. A frustrated Gori then unbearable. And then it can not stand himself. The frustration increases. Vicious circle.
I can eat up my frustration not even because my mother bought the wrong chocolate pudding (yes, banal, but annoying, I do not like dark chocolate, if it's for pudding goes!) And ice, the best cure, hurts me. I was not drinking because of chemo, but I think I'm just doing the same. Tomorrow we go to the weekly shopping, I scrounge around a bottle of my mother (she'll pay her, of course, but I'm running still around without a pass. The suckt too) and I'll give me good in the evening edge. I had alcohol has never been so urgently needed. Or rarely.
Although it is against my principles, I now have at least something I I look forward - to my noise. Cheers!

EDIT: Wow, wrong-___-morning until Thursday, on Friday we go shopping. Buhu!