Bidou Bidou ...
C'pas my fault, I was forced, I had no choice, the knife to her throat, a matter of life or death, then you know what I mean ...
Yes, well I was FORCED to not write last night (and Sunday night)!
Me I wanted, I was motivated and all, but a vile monster prevented me.
It was horrible, terrifying, with large teeth and claws, and, and ...
AND YOU DO NOT BELIEVE ME?
I outraged. Me, lie? How dare you!
Ok, maybe I say ... what, maybe I amplify a little.
The fact is that yesterday was my first day of work. First day I got up at 7 o'clock! It's super early, it's awful!
Last night plus I'm a shop (yes I know it was not sales, but I had some reduction in advance, and then me eh balances, packs of people screaming (ui, c must admit is mainly women, but good), who would kill for LA dud, a good business is not my thing, I have no instinct killeuse), and suddenly the evening ben went very quickly. Too fast. I'm
sucks, but at least I'm doing something a little constructive with my time (And I earn money), and for now I like it! (I must say that my boss is on vacation, so it's cooler, then I think, I do not know actually, haha (yes, I'm stupid)).
In short, I'm fine, but I gotta go to bed.
(I told you not say? I finally took the advice of my teacher on my first memory! But I'll tell you about another night ...). Zzz zzz
in petu 
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