Brad-Pitt Deuchfalh meilleur blog individuel de l'année 2005 adolescence sexualité amour peur et roulage de pelle

Saturday morning, always the same corny old tune, you know how it is. Nine o’clock, curler mom in the bathroom and the hair dryer purring. In the kitchen, sweatpants dad with his hot coffee cup’s pyjama pants. Flower dress mom opening the door and dad...

Corrigés gratuit bac 2007 Hyper dur de trouver des corrigés gratuits sur le net ! Donc si vous aussi ça vous interesse, voilà quelques liens utiles. Les bons liens sont les bienvenus en commentaires Séries S et ES : Sujets Corrigé de la question à 4 pts...

Sometimes you don’t ask yourself the right question. “July First two thousand five… July first two thousand five…” If you could see me, for sure you would wonder what I am doing here stupidly repeating myself the date of today, sit like an idiot in my...

If my sister read my articles she would quite be able to tell my parents. She's so bitchy. She is my sister so I know it. I like her but she's a pain in the arse. It is true. If she knew for my blog, everyone would know it. She would tell me to stop my...

Have you noticed? : there are two kinds of people. Those who have a watch at the wrist, who can't break. Tick-tock, handcuffed. And the others, those for whom time does not latch on the arm. For me it's strange, I have a problem with the hours and the...

It's the end of the year, shyness comes apart. It's always like that. Always when you leave that you want to say all those things. Always when you see others leave that you'd like to hold them back. It's the end of junior high, the end of an adventure,...

To my brother, Crocheton Anger. Buried rage, anger. Not the right. You had. Anger. You had not the right my brother. Because you. Weariness and weariness over again. Too hard, you say? You say too hard? Weariness. And me, weariness, you've thought of...

Why are you the only not to ask me, mom? Crocheton is in bed. My mother is sitting on the edge of the bed. Her eyes are in vagueness as when one would like to be elsewhere. Mom is not here. Why don’t you want to know, mom, why don’t you? Mom is beautiful....

1er jour de mon blog lu par Lex Naturae note mentale : trancher la main de la mère Goimain lu par Myrtille Racine carrée des seins de ma soeur lu par Myrtille Elle s'appelle comme sa voiture lu par Lucyl Liu C'est qui l'meilleur... lu par Lex Naturae...

Sur mon blog j’ai une version française et une version anglaise, j’avais donc évidemment envie de proposer deux flux rss : un qui reprend les articles français, l’autre qui reprend seulement les articles anglais. Je voulais egalement une newsletter automatique...