luni, 7 mai 2012
Fight Club
Narrator:
Bob loved me because he thought my testicles were removed too. Being
there, pressed against his tits, ready to cry. This was my vacation...
and she ruined *everything*.
Marla Singer: This is cancer, right?
Narrator: This chick Marla Singer did not have testicular cancer. She was a liar. She had no diseases at all. I had seen her at Free and Clear, my blood parasite group Thursdays. Then at Hope, my bi-monthly sickle cell circle. And again at Seize the Day, my tuberculous Friday night. Marla... the big tourist. Her lie reflected my lie. Suddenly, I felt nothing. I couldn't cry, so once again I couldn't sleep.
Narrator: This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.
sâmbătă, 21 aprilie 2012
luni, 9 aprilie 2012
primavara intr-o cana
De fiecare data cand imi vizitez bunicii, am parte de o cana de sanatate, prospetime si buna dispozitie... cu 3 mere, 1 morcov si putina sfecla rosie poti face un cocktail de primavara( servit la cana :p ).
Se prepara la robot in 3 minute...
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