Jag <3 mig själv
Av någon konstig anledning körde jag mitt förra inlägg i Googles översättningsmaskin och satt och asgarvade åt resultatet:
I had just entered the last line in a Marabou chocolate bar and is measured to the limit. And it was only 100 grams more!
I remember the good old days when I could eat 250 grams of chocolate and a can of bones and Jerry on the same evening, it was like none stop, the pleasure was endless! (perhaps should point out that my appetite is usually endless once a month, however ...)
Perhaps this is what happens when you get older. I mean, when I was less so was my favorite moment of the whole birthday themselves breakfast. For when I used to get a cake or ice cream or chocolate balls of light in to eat (but I picked out the candles, of course), and it was wonderful! Now, however, I know how I begin to be like mom, who suspiciously eye towards cake and then go and put two sandwiches in toasters.
Next, I will conclude like pankaka, stop going to the movies and share a STOOOR popcorn with Lollo (as always, so far, have run out), and perhaps begin to fully dismiss karusellerna on tivoli.
Not that there is something wrong with my mother, she has simply found more taste in ostbrickor instead of pankaka, unfortunately, I must say that I am on the road in the same direction now, at six p.m. age. I have also begun to go dismiss many of the carousels I presume liked (fast, faster, not the fastest), but rather go around, and philosophies at different ticket position with mom while the sister and father go. Cinema, however, is the other way, from being okay is now <3
It is certainly something that breaks my nails straight trip to become a copy of my mother. Because we love like-minded, or in any case, people who respect my choice, but not copy cats. Where is the person in one?
I had just entered the last line in a Marabou chocolate bar and is measured to the limit. And it was only 100 grams more!
I remember the good old days when I could eat 250 grams of chocolate and a can of bones and Jerry on the same evening, it was like none stop, the pleasure was endless! (perhaps should point out that my appetite is usually endless once a month, however ...)
Perhaps this is what happens when you get older. I mean, when I was less so was my favorite moment of the whole birthday themselves breakfast. For when I used to get a cake or ice cream or chocolate balls of light in to eat (but I picked out the candles, of course), and it was wonderful! Now, however, I know how I begin to be like mom, who suspiciously eye towards cake and then go and put two sandwiches in toasters.
Next, I will conclude like pankaka, stop going to the movies and share a STOOOR popcorn with Lollo (as always, so far, have run out), and perhaps begin to fully dismiss karusellerna on tivoli.
Not that there is something wrong with my mother, she has simply found more taste in ostbrickor instead of pankaka, unfortunately, I must say that I am on the road in the same direction now, at six p.m. age. I have also begun to go dismiss many of the carousels I presume liked (fast, faster, not the fastest), but rather go around, and philosophies at different ticket position with mom while the sister and father go. Cinema, however, is the other way, from being okay is now <3
It is certainly something that breaks my nails straight trip to become a copy of my mother. Because we love like-minded, or in any case, people who respect my choice, but not copy cats. Where is the person in one?
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