Microgynon And High Temperature

internship with Anna Sui in sweat pants. Your mother prefers

I noticed it in the middle test of the European legal system, (a sublime case study: basically, I was parliamentary assistant, I had to convince my darling member not to vote Directive vodka, all that to help a homie in the lobby of the potato) .

Simply put, it left me speechless, and it enabled me to look around me, and not just to enjoy the hilarity of some, or distress of others.

I'm just really say that the partial and the winter was a sort of conspiracy against fashion.

The buns to the hard bloomed (not the time to straighten hair when you read his notes one last time). Lenses? Nay, it gives her good thick glasses, because it has two advantages: The big glasses, it hides dark circles, and, anyway, after a night of less than five hours, the eyes are a rejection. So Bad hair days, no makeup and glasses. As if this were not enough, there's the cold, freezing cold (and sometimes even snow).

If we opt not to big sweatshirt fleece lining, it is believed to the overlay. But the thing is, spent three layers, it's not good for anything, apart bibendumisation help individuals and good, it's not very flattering. There is always the Uniqlo Heat Tech, but we say, not much time to make sales ... And here I speak only from the top. Because the bottom is a tough dilemma (although I found fleece lined wool leggings, but it touches on the principle of dangerously-thickness of the garment, it's been a bit of posts).

When I got home, I met THE diabolical held in the metro: Chapka synthetic bristle, Moncler down jacket, Sweat Pants and UGG (Here you have to say''OH MY GOD''and limits have delirious at the idea of this association). OK, it was not cold. But OK, it was very ugly.

And even if it means cold, I will never, oh never, first of all:

1) of UGGs (UGG just UGLY, I think is sufficient as an explanation.)

2) of Moncler jacket (= Moncler Winter Sport. You put your ski suits outside of skiing? NO)

3) of Chapka synthetic bristle (I said Synthetic )

4) of Sweat pants.

Yes, sweat pants. More commonly called jogging (pajamas in my language). A sweat pants must be worn under stress Domestic weather or sports. After my rape sublime eye on the subway, I confess, I still jumped in my good old sweat pants, because quail at home, and I have to revise warm. And here, the sole exception of sweat pants for home (because if you can avoid the wear is better.)

Thus, I invited to lecture on the following equation:

PARTIAL COLD + = Bad Hair Day + NO MAKE UP LOOK + + NO GLASSES.

You have 3 hours.

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Coreper

Bah not me. Me, Coreper I actually not much typing. If you want it gives me the impression of a pet ant on the head of a hanged man. You understand that the guy is too busy to catch his tongue which is the trunk to worry about an ant farts above him.

By cons, you'll tell me I'm stuffing, outdated, cheesy, badly topped, whatever you want, you could even say that I choose the easy (and shit'd have nearly right), but I want to talk about the album Casablancas. Shit, a little leniency jsuis during exam periods. Good. I think actually I think his album ... not too bad sometimes. Shit.

Ok Casablancas. Let me think. Yeah that's right. Reminds me of my 16 years, my long hair, my big bangs and big skirts with my flowers. When I'm cruising, I was asked if it was carnival, but not care, I had the Strokes. But yes, you also remember the "Kiss me now That I'm older, I will not try to control you" and all the fuss. Brief. Jme sometimes do booster shots, and I love them, must be recognized. So go hop Casablancas.

Already: shit, the cover is pretty cool. The dog and the gramophone, gramophone Casablancas = = only an intermediary between the music and your ear, baby .. And cheap. The lace boots, guitar-hero, and the signet ring included. Yeah, it's a cool pouch. Finally, I find.

First song: Out of the Blue. Funny, he really looks more alone on this one than others. It's a bit of The Strokes, but alone. 49th second: this is hell! ! Julian is stirring up all the babes! Damn, this guy knows how to please girls. He has a trick to find the melody effective, "ho Hoooo hooo" that makes you want to look up when you listen while walking. So you think it's almost too young, but fuck it then sets out again in verse fast and efficient, ultra-saturated guitar, spoken almost in phrasing. And there you Kiff.

But then resumes gus "How Could You Be so perfect for me, Hoooo Hoooo hooooo" and you answer NO, Julian, No. No need. Note, we warned the Juju. There is no error on the goods, then many PHRAZE for the Young that we sell. The bastard.

So basically, the song I like it, hoo hooo hooo without, in fact I like a sense of guilt rather disturbing. And it's been a little on it throughout the album I must say. Synth, its chorus. Damn its chorus. I can almost hear the screams in the pit, where I am. But shit, the battery on 11th dimension is cool. The first ten seconds of sending heavy. Then hop back to High School.

Basically I find that this album feels Biactol full nose. At the same time, "PHRAZE for the Young" ...

Bah I do not know if jsuis in a period of regression, but strangely, I am ashamed, but sometimes I like. Sometimes.

Shit.