No woman should ever do more than 28 years, or admit more than 30 ... at least up to 35!
This is a golden rule for happiness!
point.
Any intelligent person should know and apply strictly to the complicated "global business of being female" and a nun (and to greet him:)) silence.
Comma.
But every day millions of women face a wide variety of human vicissitudes, through the courageous underground jungle armed only with a good eye and lip gloss; challenging the stress (for asphyxiated skin!), The conception of time as the male-the elders-and the children understand it and free radicals. Are found to pass long days that turn from work happy hour passing dall'esselunga, proudly loved climbing on the heels fearless in the struggle with sluggish circulatory effect bagpipe know that could strike at any moment.
That's it. Life is already complex enough, we should prohibit by law the moments when you realize that although not everything is lost yet (he has maybe a little 'reason he told me that dramatic?), The time has passed for you (and yet the Everybody knows down in the city and provide more effort to lose the smile muscles promoting the appearance of facial wrinkles.) and I in this young life (yes, young man!) I have identified three:
I. When you greet someone with a "Hello" and they answer: "Hello!"
II. When "Miss CLINIQUE (corner of my superpreferitissimo Rinascente, my skin / GURU ... but we'll talk about another time!) Merciless that are 19 and you live your life by 6 of the morning you say: "do something about these ugly dark circles?"
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ???????????????????? Sorry
a minute's silence in memory of the shock.
III. When an accomplice Milan empty in August comes from Abercrombie.
was a bit 'that we wanted to go but the endless queue had always discouraged me a bit', as I said I no longer have the strength for certain things!
models bare-chested in the lobby: good point. I do not know how to convince him and we go.
The shop is located in a very attractive location just a breath out of the delusion of Corso Vittorio Emanuele, in an elegant building with no exterior windows.
Very nice models at the door and scattered like pseudocommessi for the store to be photographed, cute, could be my little brothers and then ... I had way too much to behold I needed concetrazione true: the room is completely dark, all black, a labor Executioner!
I do not give up: Celts worshiped in the "never full" and put on his glasses. I put what I find: Graduated from the sun, I'm not the 'ideal, but ... I look like a blind. better than nothing.
I make way through the crowd of happy teenagers (all but those that remain here in Milan?) And try to see the stands, but only sell one model of T-shirt or I'm turning in circles?? There are lots of shirts hanging all "Scots" I would say that is not really my thing ... but mainly the cotton fleece is fantastic: oh my god that comment from my grandmother!
HE pointed out to me a very young girl dressed like the other contracts which ballicchia near the stairs. I wonder, "we are It is the RAI NOT?? "She casually makes an expression of doubt. Maybe I read his mind and is thinking: "but that is NOT 'LA RAI??"
The music is very high.
Run away.
I seek refuge from Zara.
Here I bought a fragrance, called Vintage ... for those who "feel" what it means!
This is a golden rule for happiness!
point.
Any intelligent person should know and apply strictly to the complicated "global business of being female" and a nun (and to greet him:)) silence.
Comma.
But every day millions of women face a wide variety of human vicissitudes, through the courageous underground jungle armed only with a good eye and lip gloss; challenging the stress (for asphyxiated skin!), The conception of time as the male-the elders-and the children understand it and free radicals. Are found to pass long days that turn from work happy hour passing dall'esselunga, proudly loved climbing on the heels fearless in the struggle with sluggish circulatory effect bagpipe know that could strike at any moment.
That's it. Life is already complex enough, we should prohibit by law the moments when you realize that although not everything is lost yet (he has maybe a little 'reason he told me that dramatic?), The time has passed for you (and yet the Everybody knows down in the city and provide more effort to lose the smile muscles promoting the appearance of facial wrinkles.) and I in this young life (yes, young man!) I have identified three:
I. When you greet someone with a "Hello" and they answer: "Hello!"
II. When "Miss CLINIQUE (corner of my superpreferitissimo Rinascente, my skin / GURU ... but we'll talk about another time!) Merciless that are 19 and you live your life by 6 of the morning you say: "do something about these ugly dark circles?"
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ???????????????????? Sorry
a minute's silence in memory of the shock.
III. When an accomplice Milan empty in August comes from Abercrombie.
was a bit 'that we wanted to go but the endless queue had always discouraged me a bit', as I said I no longer have the strength for certain things!
models bare-chested in the lobby: good point. I do not know how to convince him and we go.
The shop is located in a very attractive location just a breath out of the delusion of Corso Vittorio Emanuele, in an elegant building with no exterior windows.
Very nice models at the door and scattered like pseudocommessi for the store to be photographed, cute, could be my little brothers and then ... I had way too much to behold I needed concetrazione true: the room is completely dark, all black, a labor Executioner!
I do not give up: Celts worshiped in the "never full" and put on his glasses. I put what I find: Graduated from the sun, I'm not the 'ideal, but ... I look like a blind. better than nothing.
I make way through the crowd of happy teenagers (all but those that remain here in Milan?) And try to see the stands, but only sell one model of T-shirt or I'm turning in circles?? There are lots of shirts hanging all "Scots" I would say that is not really my thing ... but mainly the cotton fleece is fantastic: oh my god that comment from my grandmother!
HE pointed out to me a very young girl dressed like the other contracts which ballicchia near the stairs. I wonder, "we are It is the RAI NOT?? "She casually makes an expression of doubt. Maybe I read his mind and is thinking: "but that is NOT 'LA RAI??"
The music is very high.
Run away.
I seek refuge from Zara.
Here I bought a fragrance, called Vintage ... for those who "feel" what it means!
glasses : Prada
eye : Clinique All About Eyes
perfume : Zara Vintage 30ml € 9.95
my background music: "thou wouldst remix makes the American" Radio Ibiza
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