About the rains of the week (some rather floods, as of Tuesday he should have marred the end of the bridge party everyone) has been raised (and I'm speaking as a commissioner COP .. ICCP CCIIPP ... ... Damn, the PTJ) on me (come on, and I ...) rebelliousness inherent in all adolescents (Although I'm going to the 30 if a truck does not tread on me next 4 years), or so say my afflicted mother. In his view (My mom) I can not be happy without being against the world.
is, that I get a Flying Spaghetti Monster, wear pants that drag the ground unhealthy, dying of anger when I have to put a tie and put the windows taskbar at the top of the screen with the only reason to fuck the other.
Nothing is further from the truth. My interest and appreciation for the human race would not let me change my behavior in this way (mainly because I have not the slightest appreciation for the human race in general ... For the believers will say that Guy is perfect, there are the first shit that put Adam)
Those who know me know something it is more an issue of practicality. I'm very practical bordering on insensitive. I will not explain that point because I think at some point I did and because I'm going to start spinning ranting of the tie, losing all thread of this post. Point.
ahem, back to the issue of rainy mornings:
Some hated me when I confessed: I think it's great work while outside dogs and cats fall from the sky. Everyone complains that giving them is a dream (not argument, everyone is sleeping on the job so rain, drop a meteorite or down to greet ET). But I hate anything gusta.Primero office on heat. I like cold. I think in some years I'll move to the Himalayas, or more realistically, to Merida (Venezuela's, because I'm poor.) I like working with a sweater (inherited from so many hours in the LDC). But even when working with computers and that usually make a room closed and poorly ventilated become a hell.
Seriously, I like it. I wake up in a good mood. The day I find it shorter. The thing is so relaxing. From here I am listening to my mother (Who is in Teques)
screaming that "it's that you like go against the whole world!" again. But no.
If we are to the practical (and in my head that much) will summarize the real reason: Far from being rebellious, or simple convenience, why do not I get depressed
work on rainy days is simple: Definitely if dawns with a tropical sun, gentle breeze and warm white tails tag decorating a painted sky that seems
hand with oil blue cigar, do not you think it would be best enjoyed in Sepe with a glass of rum and lemon in hand and sand between your toes?
Simple. The rainy days do not get me down unless you are in Choroní.
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