Soo, I feel such strength in my level of thought and even confirmed by a person (unbelievable but true, I just see myself in the theory of three-phase misanthropy to 99.9% misanthropes runterpurzeln, there are actually people who think much the same), I have to say grad an inner need for my blog to the world that I suspect is selbige enormous.
mandatory in all my blog experience of recent weeks:
My internship ended as it began: was with a kebab in hand, which for the 2 weeks constitute my basic diet, but anyway, on with the text
Last week in Damme carnival, I think I might cry, There are so many pointless celebrations, but that was really high. In my firm conviction, I say to myself next year for the carnival season, from this cursed region to escape and somewhere to go there, where there are no people who are intoxicated to the above are "UTZ UTZ" - bellow "Music", on the other hand, one can at least the " Alcohol "aspect to understand is different from the unbearable, yes. How fortunate that it Carnival is only once a year, so the versößt against all human rights.
The subsequent week of school was a constant conflict with itself to the question "should I put the head on the table and just fall asleep?", But I had (unfortunately) always the will to stay awake.
If you consider that I have moved this week my sleeping habits to 1 or 2 hours in the direction of the next morning, this is somehow understandable.
Sun, and a final comment to the school last week: Religious education is AAAAAAH! The last subject was so compelling that it has finally convinced me immediately withdraw from the church (was previously undecided, as it would cost me at least Sweet 25 €, but now I've finally Schnütchen full), but unfortunately, unfortunately, does nothing in class, but I just need that kick xD
So, without further regard: I think I
I long back to my desk, not that I have too much buck would have to work, but then I get the craziest ideas and it takes money, and money is money, you chose only from me, what I buy everything can for money , mmmhh ... Gäääld.
I think I should try to sell full sweat towels, which apparently make money for such a supposedly from a Tokyo hotel member assigned sweating towel gives Locke-flaky € 50 or more, I think it's kind of bizarre, I've always dreamed of shit gold to make (should I make fertilizer), but that that actually works ... alternative would be a really interesting biography of messed my life as I throw myself slowly but surely to alcoholism (and it is only with debts) and to spread my newly acquired skills by my mere presence in a bad mood I'm just a natural.
other hand, I could of course hate preacher or prophet of doom will offer the Bild newspaper, as we were shown again and again, these two reporter types at the Bild newspaper very popular (I only remember "Chaos in space - the Earth's axis tilts"), you get a lot of money, you need to have it from pretty much do not know anything except, of course, hate-preaching and the prophecies of Nostradamus, so if was up to the image, the world would go down even better than every other week, if anyone can offer other interesting professions for which there is nothing can be, but massive coal bring, I'm interested in everything, so would like to study what to exercise decent, such as pizza boy for life or triangle player in a successful pop group, but I think these thoughts remain dreams forever, something stinks here enormously, I do not and can earn money!
say how many are they?
worthy of the eternal stupid blökelnden
animals, the abuse?
Of the maggots who love the stupidity,
the isopods, shabby life?
None! For last laugh
Have we all be killed
So, that had now adé
Cheers, I
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