Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Timberwall Pokémon Journaling

Llevo dos meses medio desaparecida, asomando de uvas a peras...


The reasons

Sometimes I have the feeling that only write to complain about my lack of time. But I need time! Who leads? Huh? Who steals my minutes, hours, days? Who?

Well, now that I've filed with metaphysical questions are difficult or impossible to answer, I'll narrow the area to explain that, as regards the last two months, I know exactly who is thief. And I hate it, hate it and hate it. If I believed in the vud &ada in front of the visor. In December I did more hours than the chimes, which also make them sing them all, including the rooms. Dramatic beat. And not only me. Everyone in the office leaving lashes from looking at the screen, convinced it was worth, then we would go better. And then, when I'm nearing the end of the year when there are still three days to finish on time! Gentlemen! Yeara was finishing time! Will the program and start doing weird things and give wrong results and I start getting complaints galore but what happens? CHTML

a is to kill them directly) without having been backed up previously. And what came out.

emergency meeting with a single point on the agenda, summary language that came to be: Then what the hell do we do? Damage assessment. You have to go through everything in over the past two months. Correct hand, from the program and see it ready. Come on guys, we can.

More hours. And more hours. And more hours. And all this was already Christmas. And begin to see light at the end of the tunnel ... It turns out that the bud had not only pacute, has decided to name one by one to all relatives, living and dead, the bastard that he had had bundled bundled ... could not decide if I started to crap on his father or mother.

But back to the meeting.

Question of the Day (I know it sounds repetitive, but it is what it is): "Now what do we do?

"You do not know. But I am going home. And the year he has run out of that busy.

- Are you going to leave it? You can not leave it!

"You look at me. And I'm

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I returned on January 9 (SundayEGIR manually work around the year 2010 and also try not to fall behind that of 2011, and the fool that follows on its pedestal of superiority. If this were the USA, where even the parakeets have gun, I reckon, and so on, and we were on the six dead.

worst thing is that, thinking coldly, I have to admit that part of my fault. Why? Because I like my job and I care not throw hours. The same thing happens to my teammates. And so badly abused us because they know that sooner or later we will solve the shit they go by.

Also, my lack of time is a problem "endemic." Not everything comes from my official work, much as in these two months has been the main cause. As I have to pay mortgage for two floors (the míoy that of my parents, who were forced to buy being retired) and community fees. Spillovers works, and the food (I have the habit eat every day), I had to find alternative work to do at home. Fortunately, the mortgage on my flat will finish to pay it within three months so I can leave any of them. If the consoles is not because they want. But sometimes I'm so tired ...

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Citizen Cane Citizen Cane -kane

DESPAIR 126 .-

In the hospital room, the confusion was so great that the least important thing was to have the room Joan next door, the body present. Cinthya releasing their first bomb, then Claire could take him, loudly demanding to apologize for what has been said, their voices away down the hall to the roof, following both the wake of Brian. And finally, Tom's father in a trembling voice repeating the last words of Joan to an incredulous audience, that was like one who fits a surprise slap in the face. A direct blow tolifestyle. Since then, Deb had not failed to balance his head, as if seeking a foothold from which to reorganize its theories about the love of mother. Meanwhile the men who accompanied her looked at each other unable to find anything to say, a word, not comfort, but simple explanation. Emmet

came forward, speaking to Deb, the first person who took to the face.

- Hello! saw the note to get home and I came right away ...

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l funeral. Tom's father came forward, eager to do anything that would free him to continue there, thinking over what had just witnessed.

"I take care, Claire. Right now I talk to the hospital and the funeral and notice to your home to your family come to you company. I deal with, "he repeated as he left the room.

- How is Brian? Michael asked, unsure whether to go to Cinthya or Claire.

"Imagine," said Cinthya with a snort, while Claire shrugged his shoulders slightly, lookingpenalty.

"Yeah, sure, 'said Emmet-can we help? Where? You may need something. I ... "she looked around, surprised at the lack of advertising and aplatanado attitude of everyone present.

"You know as Ted said as he thought about how difficult it would be to offer comfort to his friend, always trying to walk alone. Never asking anything to anyone.

"Well ... Justin asked Emmet marriage, tried to joke.

"Marriage? -Was startled & ocute, one! I have to go to New York! "Brian turned to his two partners desperate" Justin has been kidnapped!

Slim quietly leading the way to his house when he got the call Geli. His tone was peremptory, to the extent that they had not exchanged any of those inconveniences that often. The matter was too serious and he had understood immediately.

"We have identified the security officer. Hab-Geliló without preamble is Stuart West, the first husband of the Van Rykett. He was admitted to the asylum of Dr. Gregory Olson. We do not know why, but let him out, though without discharge. What I gave was a gun. And we do not know why, but West has kidnapped Justin Taylor in his apartment.

- I'm over there! Slim replied taking the lights to put on the roof.

Powell intervened, putting the phone.

- Detective Slim?'m Desmond Powell, counsel for Mr. Taylor. Do not waste time coming here.oacute; n.

"Because we need someone with authority to intervene before it is too late. We believe he is still alive, because if West would have killed him had not bothered to take it. But we do not know where you have been. The only one who would know is Dr. Olson, who has known West and his mental processes, and is even likely to be his accomplice. But we have no way to pressure.

- What I do? -Slim volvíaa feel cornered, did not like others to decide what to do, "Powell, I remember that I have no evidence of the involvement of Dr. Olson in the murder of Ms. Vanlip;

- Do you recognize?

"Undoubtedly. In addition, he looks perfectly at surveillance tapes. Is West, you can check.

"No need. Geli even be able to invent something that complicated. But if you hate why not kill him? What's kidnap?

- How do I know? I am West, yo! I'm not inside your head! "Powell became impatient" But Olson just might. Slim

thought about it.

"Okay.I'll try. I doubt if I say something, but if he gets nervous maybe try to contact West, as you mentioned.

Thanks.

"No thank me. Look for me a job if it goes wrong, "growled Slim while hanging to try to contact his assistant. He hated the boy involved in a mess like the one provided, but the cops always have to go in pairs like socks. And if you wanted to impress that shrink was thinking it was the police who kept track. Officially.

CHcommunication, before meeting up at a furious Dafne.

- Why did not you warn us? There is a madman who hates Justin loose and you do not you let us know! May

intervened. I would love to see Daphne's face broke his counsel, but Justice Powell did not deserve it. At least not this time.

"None of us knew anything until recently. As we came over here called us and told us that they had extended the picture and what Olson had given West was a gun. And the attack on the same box ... you saw how I responded to youthe detectives, "And you? "We'll

some questions to the neighbors around here ... Maybe someone has seen something.

"Well. Inform me of anything. I wish I could tell something hopeful Mr. Kinney when you call. He said that coming here, but airports across the east coast are closed. As soon as you realize you can not come, call. Sure.

Desmond left the apartment with Daphne, who clung to his arm, overtaken by events.

- Have you noticed in the picture? Geli asked as they left the apartment and cwandering locked.

"Yes, a portrait of Mr. Kinney very well painted. That Taylor is very talented. It is a very good portrait.

And sad. This expression ... As if he had lost everything ...

"Yes ..." May shook her head vigorously Geli Well, more reason to find him. So you can paint another picture much more cheerful. Come. I take care to examine the neighbors of this plant up and you down.

"Okay ... wait a minute ... You've told the plants!

love from here! You can return at any time. I paused ...

surprised by Brian's behavior. Not approached him to untie or to hug and comfort him. Not even looked at him with affection, but coldly, with contemptuous irritation, as he contemplates a dog poop just to tread.

- Ah! So giving orders again ... sunshine. Brian said, and the nickname sounded like an insult, "Get me out of here! Untie me! ... "He sarcastically mimicked

- Bri? ... & Ndash, Justin stammered amazed by the attitude of the dark.

-always what you want, what you need. And I there like an idiot, Givin. It is for all you interested. When you give me what I want? Huh? When?

"But ... but ... are you crazy? I've been kidnapped, Brian! At gunpoint! And he has done can return at any moment to kill me ... I do not have time to talk now untie me dammit!

- The urgent need is not always maand he let go.

- Why you left, Justin? She complained rather than asked, "Why Brian?

"I just wanted to collect some things from my apartment. No ... I did not leave, would return to the hotel. "Justin did not understand anything,"

"I went home from Michael, Justin.

- Ah! You mean then ...

"Yes, then of course it is not surprising that fail to when I mean, after all you've gone so many times ...

- "Which is it now? Caught syphilis and Brandon to bet with that you Would you sell it before him, ten guys in a list. What the fuck you expect?

- Me? What did I expect? -Brian Justin leaned over his face bringing you what the fuck you expect, Justin? I just did what I had always done, just as had been doing since we met, what you said you accepted. I still remember your words "Now I know what I can expect from you and what is expected of me." & Amp; iexcl, lied, Justin! You never know what I expected from you!

"You ... you ... damn Brian, untie! Discuss it calmly and then!

"Then no, now! Not change the subject, blond. You know very well why not want to talk about it and try to avoid it.

"I do not know anything ...

- Of course you do! Know that I had cut an egg and so it was almost the end of the world. You know I spent months unable to fuck, telling myself that it was useless,and at last I could stay home and be a happy marriage, like Michael and Ben, playing house, a couple dinners at family gatherings ... I rejoiced. Admit it!

-No.

"Do not lie, Justin. Sure, I rejoiced! I saw in your eyes. And when was that I did not accept the role they had assigned me, I long. Just like you always do that things are not exactly as you want. Except now, of course. Now you can not get away and have to hear things you do not like. Justin

silent looking at Brian, stunned by the situacióny so this

Friday, December 24, 2010