"Monday morning must be ready," "Uh ah, but you do realize that it is Friday evening," "Well, then -.? Between Friday and Monday are still two whole days! "
I see only what I want to see I'll be only what I want to be Locked up in my own mental cage Unable to feel anything but rage About myself and the thing I've become Wishing for something to make it undone I see only what I want to see I'll be only what I want to be My blanket covers me ...
As you think, you have nothing more to say great. Its values are also good you can tweet in Facebook status messages to the deaf web. And contacts to other times, both regular and without actually sitting with them in the beer garden by stupid Gifverschickereien maintained. Is determined. And some is really quite outstanding. For example, other volunteers (who also still come out as fans - I mean, how amazing is that, please) ferret pictures beat around the ears. All Super and colorful.
And then you discover, though for painful reason, as it is still nice to keep a weblog. One of these dusty total Internet diaries that there should be no more after no longer true Web2.0. Too little interaction. Too few opportunities for tapping of personal data. Too little expansion. Too little everything. So really the right place. Or not. No matter how stupid because of the rubbish here, I just mortise may be. He is now here on the net and then when I feel like it in 10 years time, than I look here at just nonsense. Although it probably due to semantic search engine Google Klimbimrarurick dort (fast) alle meiner Einträge auftauchen werden.