Map Pokemon Soul Silver

therapy bento

Ok. Arrived at the fifth week in office, I can say that I set.
I get my feet on automatic pilot to the coffee machine, I remember half the names of colleagues that I should mention, beginning to appreciate the trees I see from my window. The shift
8 +1 +2 hours (including lunch break and shift in meters) is a bit 'tough. Especially the sad nell'urfida lunch room cafeteria floor -1 (MINUS-ONE laws, laws CELLAR IN THE DARK).
The office is in the cosmic void (read 'on the sink Boccea') en there on a parquet floor, a restaurant, a kebabbaro pizzettaro or a similar nearby. So I carry a pranzettino prepared at home. And by virtue
need arises (it says so, right?).
Arrive home around 20, the jelly cats, shower, big salad for dinner. Then I start to think about my bento for the next day. I think I like rice, omelette all'involtino, the Sauteed vegetables accompanying the seal, to the colors.
I cook dinner while the video call a little 'with Pikkun and then I go to bed, the cats after reading a bit'.
the morning after breakfast while I cook the rice, then everything in my bento boxes tokiense and at eight-thirty, when I go, I do not feel down in the dumps. Already thinking about lunch from there a few hours.
During lunch, the cafeteria is always urfida and always in the basement (supposedly populated by strange monsters Panzoni) but my room is so pretty and think about what I eat the next day, the colors you want in the dish and the I can invent, I become a bit 'more cheerful.
And then I make a great look great every time I set food! : D
Uh uh uh!

V.

Singing Get Well Cards

Water climber

raining cats and dogs. I leave the office and a blast of wind wet rooms inside the sleeves of my sweater.
Curse of me when I do not take the gloves!
I did not start to enjoy the autumn leaves and orange that winter has shots thrown in freezing cold.
Rome is a city large enough to have many parks within it, and fortunately work close to one of them.
The air does not just suck. But it is not fresh and crisp as if it were the campaign. And the cold of winter does not improve the situation. Indeed.
A mixture of methane and smog, interspersed with blasts of compressed humanity in shops and public transport. Too many coats and scarves in small rooms and hot. Too much sweating humanity all together. And imagine, we are well placed to pave the way ... hot wet cement ... the maximum.
meters from the road back to freezing and water blown by the wind. I run to do some 'expenditure and any When I enter a store I melt your face from the cold. And so on napkins and candles.
I can in the cold once again and the wind is committed to give me the final boost. What an asshole. And then came the thunder. I knew it came from. Followed by the latest downpour. Running shoes with the soles detached ... and go!
Arrival at the gate of the house that the water that I was climbing up the socks to his underwear, making the climber on his jeans.
At home, hot is hot and dry. I'm not hungry and I did not feel like cooking.
I hear a familiar smell. I smile. Did not expect to find at home.
I get up wet clothes directly into the living room and radiators to dry them on the hill.
Until tomorrow I will not even see you in the picture.
take it from the shopping bag of dog food and cats fill the bowls.
Until tomorrow I will not even see in the picture even you.
barefoot through the corridor. The air is hot, but the marble floor is always cold to peel away the skin. Hops
three meters of marble cold, short visit to the bathroom to pee and wash face and hands.
later in the bedroom and the nose does not betray.
I slip under the covers. This room is always a bit 'and cooler than the rest of the house of hot air does not reach here.
Out of the storm raging beats.
I greet you with a tongue, so you can not get here.
The warmth under the sheets I heated the tip of the nose and appearance of the fingers of the hands and feet may warm up a bit 'before you get close to her body. Fixed
my legs with her and I feel good.
I feel her breath and the sound of wind and rain become a nice background.
Turns, kisses me and hugs me. There is something inexplicable in all this.
Something that makes it a counterpoint, a drawing pad material is completely different.
welfare can not be explained. You can only perceive. Under the covers
warms my cold body against hers and feel the caress on the back.
So that's my well-being, and although I can not explain and I can not tell, it's something I look for every day and every night. E ringrazio tutti i kami e gli spiriti che mi proteggono tutte le volte che lo ritrovo.

V.