Here I am. I made the rounds of the agencies in the area of \u200b\u200bO'Connell Bridge and I have the business card of an agent should be concerned.
Let's hope so.
Now I'm on a bus. I took a random I do not know where I will bring '. Just to stay dry and warm, to think. At worst
remain above until it brings me back to the center, I'll eat something and I attack the internet to bombard with my CV across Ireland. The first secretary and
'was nice, the other shits. What
balls be out of work. Balls that stay away from the Sun and my animals.
but will 'all right.
are in a fast food restaurant near the end of the world.
I just parked in front of me a "pair" of four children in strollers. the two ladies (presumably mother and daughter) appears to be exhausted by the offspring. Anyways
'and that' wrote, "Be fruitful and multiply 'but some point you will pass' the will or not?
I just saw a guy who gave his CV to the Director of the fast / food. And for a moment I thought, "Why 'no?" Pero 'Then I gave a quick look into the future, I shuddered, and I decided it would be better for everyone that I should stay on this side of the counter.
I looked for a long reflection on the glass.
I'm really pretty! I'm comfortable as a penguin and fur slippers but in suits make my terrible figure.
I thought I had fixed all but I do not like an alien, and 'that the Irish middle of the dress is a genius ... you save some foreigners but usually I see people that you and 'covered with glue, and you' dipped in the closet and it 'out of the house.
OK. Now back on the bus and then I'll know. Bye.
not yet ascended to the bus. I've been around the mall to recharge phones and then I saw heaven! There 's a bar that makes muffins of all kinds. I got one apple and raspberry, which I do not know what the hell beautifully wild berries are. So for me are all the same and if they sell it and say that 'good is not it? And a coffee 'course.
I took the bus. He shot, shot, shot and shot again ... and brought me back exactly to the starting point without passing through the center. These things happen when you forget a map of the bus in the hostel and are determined not to ask "Excuse? This is true in the center?"
I are going to a pub and the Commitments to the volume that I like, what you leave way to hear others talking.
Well ... Rumor ... you say ... and is' spread the news ... Well here it is: I have an interview with an agency in Dublin which I set a meeting with a company in Cork who apparently liked my eight years of experience. Cosi 'apparently with my eight years of experience I do not I have to clean your ass eh? Employment agencies Italian ????? PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
Oh .... said? ha!
And I had so much fear! That's it? In half a day, even less! 'Cause I think I believed until now that I had answered one of those agencies for which I shot this morning. But no! When I finished the odyssey by bus this afternoon I went to an internet cafe 'and I started to comb through a lazy job ads and send CV to those more' interesting. Well, dear Gerard replied almost instantly to my mail. Telepathy? No. Ass.
know, or at least those who know me know that they are agnostic, and then I do not care dell.esistenza of any hypothetical god '. Pero 'I am convinced that my maternal grandfather is keeping his hand on my shoulder even now, and' dead for many years. He too had emigrated to Germany, when things had gone scatafascio in Italy and had made a considerable fortune. The Great Aldo ... after His death and 'everything went back to hell.
I bought the gift for the birthday of the Sun
You know that I bought it but do not know what '. To be safe I did not tell anyone else.
What a bastard I am.
Here is' the scandal of pedophile priests.
And I'm doing the bartender say the name of the pub where he 'played the last concert of the Commitments in the film. What does have the two? Shit! Maybe the Catholics have made me come up with the pilgrimages, and so '...
Nothing ... The pub was the docks and it 'been closed since they made the film ... no pilgrimage. But the priests are pedophiles ... unfortunately.
Yesterday and 'a special person who died. I do not remember
but the name, telling her story, maybe you will understand who you are. In post-war democratically racist, a small woman, black, decided that it made no sense to occupy a predetermined place on the bus of life, even if he should do so by law, and so 'he sat in a seat, however, that' was reserved for someone other than her. He sat
hypocrisy of a nation whose Constitution states that all men are equal when in fact it is not 'so', the hypocrisy of a nation that had grown up with the back bent blacks of his children, adopted children against their will '. He sat
hypocrisy of a nation that had liberated the contract and a claim difficult to weld with Europe during World War II by the blood of its sons blacks.
This woman does not manifest ', do not cry,' I do not throw 'bombs killed anyone. He sat down, settled 'the skirt and continued' to look out the window.
Death, 'a level as he called Toto', makes it all the same, at least she tries.
hope not erase the memory and the sense of a life as special as many as all of them. Sweet dreams my dear lady.
And so 'maybe I go to Cork ... but you know I do not know shit about Cork? And I only know that 'more' calm and less expensive than Dublin, the cultural center of Ireland and as you rightly said Tommy "We fuck are you doing here with the cultural capital of Ireland?" Boh ...
Let's hope so.
Now I'm on a bus. I took a random I do not know where I will bring '. Just to stay dry and warm, to think. At worst
remain above until it brings me back to the center, I'll eat something and I attack the internet to bombard with my CV across Ireland. The first secretary and
'was nice, the other shits. What
balls be out of work. Balls that stay away from the Sun and my animals.
but will 'all right.
are in a fast food restaurant near the end of the world.
I just parked in front of me a "pair" of four children in strollers. the two ladies (presumably mother and daughter) appears to be exhausted by the offspring. Anyways
'and that' wrote, "Be fruitful and multiply 'but some point you will pass' the will or not?
I just saw a guy who gave his CV to the Director of the fast / food. And for a moment I thought, "Why 'no?" Pero 'Then I gave a quick look into the future, I shuddered, and I decided it would be better for everyone that I should stay on this side of the counter.
I looked for a long reflection on the glass.
I'm really pretty! I'm comfortable as a penguin and fur slippers but in suits make my terrible figure.
I thought I had fixed all but I do not like an alien, and 'that the Irish middle of the dress is a genius ... you save some foreigners but usually I see people that you and 'covered with glue, and you' dipped in the closet and it 'out of the house.
OK. Now back on the bus and then I'll know. Bye.
not yet ascended to the bus. I've been around the mall to recharge phones and then I saw heaven! There 's a bar that makes muffins of all kinds. I got one apple and raspberry, which I do not know what the hell beautifully wild berries are. So for me are all the same and if they sell it and say that 'good is not it? And a coffee 'course.
I took the bus. He shot, shot, shot and shot again ... and brought me back exactly to the starting point without passing through the center. These things happen when you forget a map of the bus in the hostel and are determined not to ask "Excuse? This is true in the center?"
I are going to a pub and the Commitments to the volume that I like, what you leave way to hear others talking.
Well ... Rumor ... you say ... and is' spread the news ... Well here it is: I have an interview with an agency in Dublin which I set a meeting with a company in Cork who apparently liked my eight years of experience. Cosi 'apparently with my eight years of experience I do not I have to clean your ass eh? Employment agencies Italian ????? PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
Oh .... said? ha!
And I had so much fear! That's it? In half a day, even less! 'Cause I think I believed until now that I had answered one of those agencies for which I shot this morning. But no! When I finished the odyssey by bus this afternoon I went to an internet cafe 'and I started to comb through a lazy job ads and send CV to those more' interesting. Well, dear Gerard replied almost instantly to my mail. Telepathy? No. Ass.
know, or at least those who know me know that they are agnostic, and then I do not care dell.esistenza of any hypothetical god '. Pero 'I am convinced that my maternal grandfather is keeping his hand on my shoulder even now, and' dead for many years. He too had emigrated to Germany, when things had gone scatafascio in Italy and had made a considerable fortune. The Great Aldo ... after His death and 'everything went back to hell.
I bought the gift for the birthday of the Sun
You know that I bought it but do not know what '. To be safe I did not tell anyone else.
What a bastard I am.
Here is' the scandal of pedophile priests.
And I'm doing the bartender say the name of the pub where he 'played the last concert of the Commitments in the film. What does have the two? Shit! Maybe the Catholics have made me come up with the pilgrimages, and so '...
Nothing ... The pub was the docks and it 'been closed since they made the film ... no pilgrimage. But the priests are pedophiles ... unfortunately.
Yesterday and 'a special person who died. I do not remember
but the name, telling her story, maybe you will understand who you are. In post-war democratically racist, a small woman, black, decided that it made no sense to occupy a predetermined place on the bus of life, even if he should do so by law, and so 'he sat in a seat, however, that' was reserved for someone other than her. He sat
hypocrisy of a nation whose Constitution states that all men are equal when in fact it is not 'so', the hypocrisy of a nation that had grown up with the back bent blacks of his children, adopted children against their will '. He sat
hypocrisy of a nation that had liberated the contract and a claim difficult to weld with Europe during World War II by the blood of its sons blacks.
This woman does not manifest ', do not cry,' I do not throw 'bombs killed anyone. He sat down, settled 'the skirt and continued' to look out the window.
Death, 'a level as he called Toto', makes it all the same, at least she tries.
hope not erase the memory and the sense of a life as special as many as all of them. Sweet dreams my dear lady.
And so 'maybe I go to Cork ... but you know I do not know shit about Cork? And I only know that 'more' calm and less expensive than Dublin, the cultural center of Ireland and as you rightly said Tommy "We fuck are you doing here with the cultural capital of Ireland?" Boh ...
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