The pride within the limits and according to the measure of merit is not only not a vice but a virtue, it is only the degree of self-determined dignity of man. The credit for generating the pride and the pride ennobles and fixed it. Moritz Lazarus (1824 - 1903), German philosopher and founder of "folk psychology"
It is Sunday evening and I sit with Frank on a pizza, which he must pay. He strained to hear as I fucked his Juliet through until you have not know was where the top and bottom. Okay, that was now the men's version. In reality they probably found it boring and thought the whole time you her cousin from "what-I-know-where" could pay for his birthday. I do not care. I had my fun and now a pizza. Morally reprehensible, but we are now times. Jung, unsuccessful, and always looking to pull a woman by the hair into the cave. Actually, yes I practice just about the survival of humanity to receive. Okay, I think those are enough excuses now. Frank also tells something about his evening, but somehow he has no desire to tell what and I do not listen to him. He already paid for while I am leaving our ordinary Italians, we say goodbye to everyone and stomps his way.
I go to the car and think about it for me to buy some more chicken wings. As much as I am also an effort, I can not reject this idea. I get into a car and drive to Burger King. At the drive-in counter I order a bunch of chicken wings. With joy I get after a few minutes, the hot bag. I go home, I haue front of the TV and watch any crap. The next day I start very late at work because what I need to move our mail server. So long as I can see television. I take it from me, but a quick sleep. The next morning I wake to morning on, do some stories and go home at some point in the afternoon to the office. There I prepare my evening transition.
is now it is 22 clock. The server just copied mailboxes and I loose 3 hours time. So I surf the web a little and find a new chat site. There, I log in and find a little entertainment. After 10 minutes of me babbles to anyone. It is a woman who is a bit older than me and in the name of "swing wife hears. Somehow we get into a conversation. After a few hours, we exchanged our email addresses and we will begin to mail to. I do not know why, but I am very sympathetic. I finish my work and has to think all the time momentum woman. What a voice you have that? Does she really look like in the photo? Questions, questions. How do you smell that?
I get into a car and drive home. It's the middle of the night. I'm really tired and can hardly concentrate on the road. When I finally arrived home, I have to say unfortunately that I am not more tired. Damn.
I lay on my bed and smoke a cigarette in peace. But even the comforts me not really. I have to my "swing wife" think. Funny. 've Only seen a photo of her and why I am working now so intense with her? What is this? I open a bottle of wine. A Trollinger. Something easy to fall asleep. Whether you are morning reporting? Do I have to first? What do I do now? Arrrgh, thoughts salad. Go away! I breathe deeply in and out, smoke a cigarette, drink my glass of wine and start to masturbate to. Not 5 minutes later I sleep at last. My last thought is on you. The unknown, which I only know her from a photo. I ask myself one last time: How do you smell that? What is your vote? I hope she's not Quiekerin. I hate squeal.
