Papy got the orchid. As each year.
I think this is compassion.
Besides, what else could I do? Coming home with the mamy flower and nothing for me? would not be very nice, eh.
I find it a little humiliating, but I prefer to keep this thought for me.
I would just like to thank, with a smile fintissimo (who regularly he is not able to recognition) and to make a compliment to the flower. "Very nice. Beautiful Yes, really. Wow. Spirited. I do not cry just because I do not want the tears fell on the flower and 'll ruin it. You know, I'm so salty! Thanks Daddy. You should not have. "
And the flower I put it there, nell'angolino near the glass door of my room.
should take light, they say. I, of flowers, not I mean. I even put to death a succulent plant, of thirst. The flowers take away the oxygen and I need oxygen. I do not like a lot of the flowers.
Well, the roses here .... The roses, the ones I like. Rosse, I'm on the classic.
The sunflower I'm sorry as a flower. Only one but it's nice and big.
Ok, then we say that it is not that I like the flowers. The truth is I do not like the fact that he presents them to me. It leaves me a bit, like saying , some with a bitter taste.
In short, the flowers they would like to receive from those who I mean. Mica by others. Mica from my dad.
And so, day ruined. So leave the sad thoughts, sad, depressing.
Then I slept very well tonight. In fact, lately I always sleep a little. What is the fault of the arrival of Spring? Here, it is always the fault of the flowers.
And when I sleep just become intractable, acid, bitch. To avoid. And now there is
history of Valentine's Day. Romantic Spot, Open Studio, which is buying up smielense news, squares decorated theme with millions of flowers and hearts. Pfff. I will snubbed, let this be known.
With his chin raised a little, I watch you from above. "There " look. Yes, you. I refer to all of you poor lovers.
prefers to watch from the top of my superiority. Up close you would notice my envy. And the more careful, could also see in my eyes slightly glossy.
And that would be too: single, yes, but with dignity! ♥
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