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Tuesday

21

February

2006

Holidays, Nice Thought
POSTED in: Daily Life

I dont know how you feel, but when I get a guitar lesson from someone who cancelled it, I ALWAYS have the fear that I either turn up at the wrong time the wrong day, and that the who one who cancelled it, turns up anyway. And so it happened yesterday. Of course. These are the moments that I die in shame. 😳

Good thing that I enjoyed the last two days, because I have to work the newt two and a half weeks. He explicitly said that I can say NO, but I of course said yes. But it pays for my wool addiction.

We are spoiled! No longer is Gold something exciting, that is how fast it goes.



The doping case is getting bigger than it really is. Annoying, and puts such a big shadow on all our athletes that do so well and worked so hard for it, who are clean. A shame.

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One Response to “Holidays, Nice Thought”


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    Katze GERMANY
    7:55 pm on February 21st, 2006

    das neue layout gefällt mir! und ich finde nicht, dass das mit der lesson peinlich ist!

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