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Boredom ...

Here we are finally at home ....

Shopping Carts full of useless things, supermarkets full of useless things that I can just pouring out at Christmas because it seems that all this time leave the brain in the top drawer of the bedside table and go around with a chip that every second sub-neural launches electric shock to make us understand to be still alive, but the reasoning does not help ... Families gather
putting aside, hypocritically, small envy, jealousy, betrayal and revenge suffered under way, it's Christmas time ....
Friends gather with all those smiles smiling at Durban's, putting aside the rest of the year in which malicious feelings are almost always present ....
Certainly I believe that all will be well ..... Only
na me is boring, I'm .... period
among friends I get bored, boring family gathered around a table spread, I get bored just thinking of spending a day in my life to make gifts to people who do not import anything from my gift and then I do not, I bored decorate a tree, and certainly the crib, boring to play cards unless it is a strip poker with beautiful women, boring follow the usual practice of greeting cards, greetings, but who cares, I'm not interested if the person who makes them in the rest of me does not even know my name, and I do not even care who likes me because it is the demonstration that gesture of good, boring to see people dressed up for the holidays and the rest of 'ragged robe years, see the boring machine polished for the occasion, I get bored spending time in rooms where the only goal is to find and bore me to fuck the premises where the intent is only to eat, I get bored people that if they pull it just because they have a higher income than mine, I get bored of the fake people in this period become your best friends ..... boredom all over me .... I get bored going to the movies profoundly old, and panettone are boring for me pandori and sparkling, that sucks ...
someone sang a song that the meeting then the preparation for it, the picture of how he had gone, the illusion or hope into something positive was the main thing ...
the first kiss, sex, the first embrace, then everything else is boring .....
as always at odds with the anthology of blogs that ooze doing good, happiness and the rest of the postcard, good for them if their hearts are really well .... but if that is not, help their poor and the poor .... us ...
CIA ...