Can I even tell anyone why I always enjoy the brakes need to be? And to
previous day called girlfriend. Your gerbils, which sit in a cage much too small, unsuitable accessories and have not separated by gender, have got talent. Yes I'm happy for them. 're Cute little creatures. But since I'm in various animal forums go, I've become something clever shit historical-containing animal-friendly and gave me so compelled to tell her what to their housing conditions. Ht they not convinced. I do not want to get with it, this is why I "have left it, but I am reg to know that I will be pushed into position so ne because I know very well that many animals have it worse. On the other hand, I see only now through my knowledge acquired, how many animals are actually kept Schechter and how little good. This fact makes me angry, and at the same time it suggests to me that it annoys me because it actually is really more important issues. Bugs me so my own attitude.
Yesterday, grandparents golden wedding. All great all the way until the choir came. First, the dependent son wedding song sung and what the city about the food, everything chic, neee but then had to necessarily mean half an hour drinking songs are sung. Hurrah! >: /
As if that was not enough, were then the guests will have to sway and sing along to animate and the already well beschickerten people at the next table could again show really beautiful as they beschickert were and how great they found this performance. Jippii. -.-
I was unfortunately at this time right in front of my grandparents, so that they could also look really nice, how little I thought of this situation. Perfect! Choral society transforms the relaxed society in a room full of idiots and pinki again the fun brake. I am so become so aggressive that ne hour later I am still trembling and was just before the howling. My uncle drove me home because I was obviously so pale that it struck several people.
Oh yeah, that too was smoking all the time and no window was open, I probably still do not mention extra.
Narf ... I hate it!
