Gloryholes In Orlando

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After three months here I am again writing from a new pc because pc change was one of the many things I did at this time. And one of the things that stressed me out more.
A pain gripped my heart, my beloved cat, Matthew has a huge tumor, and this time virtually inoperable. We have to wait, not to put at risk, knowing that at any time you can leave. I look at it, it's still so beautiful, and I feel like crying. I had so much to him, more than I could give a thousand lives. And who says it's just a cat attack. He is not just a cat. A cat is unique. It will always be my cat. I hope she sleeps alone, I hope it will not take action.
live for the day is something I'm used to now. But this pain is enormous.
For the rest I have done many things: the beautiful mountain trips (to the face of the bitches who say it is a disgusting tramp in the mountains, who does not appreciate the beauty of the mountain is not worthy of living), a beautiful escape to Paris, many revolutions, so many books read and films they have seen, many purchases, so much more. I'll try to write more, even relieve this pain.
regard to the penultimate post, that of friendship betrayed, I got confirmation that the dear Selene Preziosi, Jolie for president or whatever you call a person is unclean and bad, unworthy to be my friend (I was accused of having molested, who does not appreciate the true friendship between women is unworthy of life!), completely mad in its reactions. Fun for a couple of messages on the phone when I told the truth dear Selene is going to bother the police, the same policemen who do not move a finger to snatching in front of Porta Nuova, the dozens of children forced to ' begging passers-by or used for pity, for the elderly robbed at home by self-styled gas technicians. I will not talk more about this story, so the corpse of Selene Preziosi, from his home to Torino Via San Francesco, I have already gone into the river before. It was just jealous of me (as a thousand other people), my will to live, the way I live. And he remains at home to do and say bad things so now it is already dead. I wish you all evil, but not so much it is needed: When is it so unworthy to live.