Monday, February 28, 2011

Toilet Paper Roll Test Girth

Read this and tell me that I am not mad: on a nightmare

I'm scrolling through the news feed on facebook when A suddenly talking to me on the chat, we have not talked for many months, but he talks as if nothing has happened, send me links to fun on the internet, to apologize for something I do not remember. Suddenly I'm there, next to a train line, I have on winter clothes, hat mi get caught in the fence, and suddenly it is very smooth, I'm slipping into the bottom of the hill, making one hundred attempts to get up the hat, slip and fall, people laughed. In desperation, I call B, he invites me for coffee, the next thing I know is that I go into the kitchen to Z, it's smoky and people yelling, I ask for B, "he is in the cupboard and play, "I hear the high, thumping bass from the cubbyhole, moves me toward the door, but it is locked and not open when I knock on. I'm wandering around the apartment, it is thick of people everywhere, lots of noise, all are full, all rooms are smoke-filled, my glasses are greasy and impossible to see through, I do not see anything without glasses, either. Every other person I see is similar to B, I grab hold of them, but they disappear. Suddenly, I lie on the wooden airwaves in my own living and sleeping, waking of the M and R is the two-seater and teeth in their smoke, I'm crying in the fistula that they get the pellets out, panicked at the thought that my mom will notice smoky smell, Dei back in the apartment to Z. I tear up the door to the cubbyhole, B looks at me and smiles like nothing, suddenly he's gone, I'm angry, scared, sorry, I should just have a coffee, everyone here is completely fucked , alcohol and drugs flowing over all, I just want to home, but I need help up the damn hill, I'm talking to Oh, "A stack, he did not bother to wait for you anymore," I rudely awakened by the heart in the neck of the wood airwaves in my living room, kaver me off the couch and into the kitchen, put a cup of coffee and tells me that this goes well, it was just a bad dream. Relax.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Catchy Phrases With Back

sexyblake @ 2011-02-27T22:21:00

Film no: 112
"Arsenic and Old Lace" (44)
Director: Frank Capra
Actors:
first Cary Grant (Mortimer Brewster)
second Priscilla Lane (Elaine Harper)
third Peter Lorre (Dr. Einstein)
4th Raymond Massey (Jonathan Brewster)
Best Actor: Peter Lorre.
Best scene:
first Torture scene with Peter Lorre as deadens guilt with alcohol and tormented at the thought of murder in Melbourne.
second The opening scene, even if the story did not lead me anywhere.
third When the question of who built the Panama Canal came up that question in "On the track" in the evening the same day we began to look the movie (which was completed today)!
General appreciation: It was as if the script was the result of one of those games where you type the beginning of a story and folds the paper and send it around the table and letting everyone contribute. In this case contributed to the author, in turn, cynical love comedy a la Woody Allen, Agatha Christie-screen version, HAM ACTING, confusion, comedy, meta-fiction, horror, gore, slapstick and a contribution to the debate on euthanasia. It can also be seen as some kind of processing of Fritz Lang's "M".
Rating: 3 + of 5

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Bell's Palsy Lack Of Energy

Sandwich cake and shaggy

Just returned from above with little brother with the pears.
Very nice. It was so good to see little brother again, it was very long ago.
Fine, he had also, many new pillows, rugs and china.


Otherwise I informed clearly a bonus mission, and played Sims lääääänge.

Tomorrow will be the household services and treasurer of


/ m