242. 5 in the front, 5 in the back.

I had to last Easter first. most likely not once, and not twice I mentioned that I hatred Christmas, and Easter and All Saints are on my list the biggest triger. Of course, my hatred for that time was born thanks to the ferocious parents who acted as if Mrs. Dulska were their outstanding model. So far, I am shaken to remember these pathological deviants who force us into the first rows of church benches to present the perfect household of Polish Catholics. And it didn't end or start at church, due to the fact that you had to show your exemplary children to your family, your neighbors, whomever you could, so a variety of ceremonial meals, visiting adults with boring children who they couldn't play with, due to the fact that you know, the kid has to sit quietly with adults, be polite and eat as they give him. But there's no bad thing, I rapidly realized what a creme de la creme is doing and who my parents truly are. So I knew what to avoid and to this day I commend myself.

It just happened to be my birthday around here. All the more reason for my blood to flood me erstwhile the same beasts who were strong forced me to participate in their degenerate secular-religious rites, with a sweet grin making me wish. In general, if they had given it to their parents, they would have gotten it in their mouths: “so that you might be wise, grown up, etc...”.

Jaromir Nohavica – I have jizvu on rtu

With specified applicable preparation, it was much easier for me to halt celebrating all the holidays. Names, birthdays, Christmas, fresh Year's Eve, Easter and all the remainder of me started flying around the bell, and erstwhile I started working, I was happy erstwhile I could go to work on Christmas days. distant from the crowd, preparation and ritual. I like gathering people, but with people I want and erstwhile I want. Others have had worse.

Mirosław Czyżykiewicz, Josif Brodski I've been in the cage.

Easter this year was easy to survive. In Ireland, trade operated all day, including on large Sunday, so there was no panic, excessive queues, buying out goods. Besides, I was working alone at the time, so I didn't even have time for shit. And so she came, 5 in the front and 5 in the back. And this in the form I like most, that is my wife murmuring to me from under the covers of “Happy Birthday, how old are you?” I started counting on my fingers, but I got confused, and we took the liberty of relaxing. And then there was an exploration expedition. It was about the right gift. At first, we didn't announcement anything until my wife had a spruchna pointed out a boutique at the very end of the alley, which I already wanted to miss. But good, we went in and it turns out that the Swedish GANT was doing a sale there. And my eyes lit up due to the fact that there was a very punk patchwork marinara. As far as I'm concerned, the size even matched. And just 1 small, truly tiny problem, the problem, so to speak, did not make me come back enriched with this extravagant product: the button refused to scope it. “Who narrowed the seamen to these Swedes?! possibly this is revenge for the flood?”

And since they didn't have a bigger size, I was ready to ask my wife for a tight jacket, after all, Johnny Rotten was wearing besides small, crucial to compression his arms and not to strain besides much so that the stitches on his back wouldn't let go, the button could not be fastened, only those 175 euros for the eccentricity itself bit me a small bit. I was 1 step distant from completing payment formalities (my wife, seeing my desperation, had already held a payment card in her hand), erstwhile I abruptly looked, and here are the gloves of beautiful skin. Black and brown, to choose from. It was touching me, and I tried it on, like it was on me. “How do Swedes warm this baby?”, I thought and bored, looking for a tag. KASHMIR! It meant only 1 thing: I take both couples, 25 euros each, due to the fact that it's like free. If I had a line of traders, I'd take the rest, but since I'm an anti-talent, I've stopped at satisfying my request for possession. Fortunately, they were only in 2 colors, not in five, due to the fact that I would gotta take in five, so as not to have this sense of leaving the prey to the incorrect people, completely underestimating the value of the find. With success, I moved through the remaining boutiques and at Armani I discovered a wonderfully beautiful shirt with a wonderful, densely woven cotton with a print moderately, albeit eccentric adequate to be confused with a PiS voter. And that price! By Jupiter! 35 euros, I like it!

That day there was inactive a cafe, hot dogs for the Irish prayer with a food truck and a return to our wonderful kittens, which in our heads are inactive small and then blissfully lazy. We didn't even do anything peculiar for dinner, we had white sausage, we tried it. I only looked at presents 1 more time before I went to sleep and I was so happy. I know a beautiful large group of my friends would alternatively have a birthday organization at home, possibly somewhere in the place, but I don't truly feel the need. I feel discouraged reasoning about possible preparations. I like to decision into the acquainted or unknown with my wife. I'm bragging about gifts here, but if I don't find anything right, we'll have a day of walking between people. Kildare Village, due to the fact that that's the name of the place we've been, attracts a variety of clients. Just observing them, analyzing their behavior, was an interesting experience. It turns out that people, depending on their cultural background, are looking for different products. This is not a peculiarly large discovery for me, but the scene erstwhile a gentleman is looking for white plastic flip-flops in Armani will always decision me. It turns out that in a temple of kind you can look for something kitschy and even find it there!

Lech Janerk - Birthday

I've heard so many times that people of any age don't like birthdays, they don't like to accept wishes on this day due to the fact that they're expected to be reminded of aging. My brain is different. About the inexorably passing years, at least in the sense of frustration, reminds me of fatigue, pain erstwhile changing body positions, failure of fitness, regular visits to a doctor. This occurs regardless of the "digit", with and without wishes. On the another hand, the disadvantages of age compensate for my sense of freedom, that I am alone, that I am with this female with whom I want to be with, that we agree that from the available possibilities, we choose those that we want, not those that someone's norm considers to be the ones that they choose. And I don't feel like I want to go back to my youth. I wouldn't. That was crap! I want a choice, like today! And I'm very happy to know that today's kids don't spend time on a fluff and with a key around their necks due to the fact that they're taking more interesting classes. If they wanted to, they could always stand under the flutter and hang not one, but a full bunch of keys around their necks!

Deserter – No Us

Back to the magic number 55. I don't know, I can't figure out a breakthrough like that. any things change rapidly, any things slowly, we change too, for luck! I call it development. A fewer years ago, f-b posted an chance to describe his or her individual in a profile, which involves answering questions asked. Among another things, you could tell about your top achievement. If it were erstwhile I was 18, 20, or even 25, I'd most likely kind in information about what I finished, what time I reached at 1,500 any, or where I walked on my own feet. However, these say 5 years ago to the question "What is the most awesome thing you can do" I replied that I can find rhymes for the word "equal." Another interesting example of my improvement was the answer to the question which musical track defines you most fully. 30 years ago, I would have no hesitation in saying that “We are not” the Deserter group. 5 years ago I replied without hesitation "Hambrid".

Boy's Legion Formation – Hambrryda

So much for my development. present I am 55 years old.