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To find out what dates we are, I turn to my pockets lately. If tickets are full of shops (as is the case) is that it is Christmas. If my bank account is shrinking at supersonic speed, it's Christmas. If I have a dinner every Friday of the week is Christmas. If it's cold, it's Wednesday and I have work and G is swallowed without chapters as Scooby Doo, is that it is Christmas.
Before I had a kind of unjustified hate the holidays beloved but recently discovered that what happens is that I was swayed by environmental pessimism. Everyone has a reason to hate these days and rarely do we remember the reasons we have to love them unconditionally.
For example: We
health and work which is not bad.
We have money to spend on gifts and friends to greet them.
The shop windows are prettier in December.
January seems very distant and not tell you in February (and the card clubs of the day later.)
can eat without remorse.
can drink without remorse (though this is something I practice regularly.)
People still send greeting cards, something much cooler than the mobile phone chain letter to whom, if anyone does not know, do not ever answer. If you wish to answer, at least Work it.
Cities decorated.
Karl Lagerfeld amazes me with the wonderful work he has done for this year's Pirelli Calendar. Too bad you do with Chanel I click on the globe.
Life can surprise you at any time as when you go to take a came to San Miguel Market and discover in the next table having dinner alone in the great Maria Navarro (muse where available).
put on TV ads for perfume, my favorite all year. They are good to bad, real works of art.
I look forward to New Year's Eve at Clara Clairvoyant (hopefully not become a flood; disadvantages of living next to a river) and above all, Invisible Friend, that invention that we do not have children as an excuse to give us things.
I like winter evenings with the street people fucked spending like no tomorrow nor a God over us.
I like my friends re-read all my post, which says a lot about them and lots of luck I have.
I like to remember and share memories with my friends on the morning of Kings when we were kids. I like the face that puts us all. It is as if the boy who went out to look at life for a moment.
I love all things that make me forget the everyday every day is uglier and more hell.
For these reasons and more that everyone should add to your taste, this year I'm super for Christmas.
Note: I managed to finish an optimistic post without mentioning the word CRISIS and air traffic controllers. Mini spot for me. 
To find out what dates we are, I turn to my pockets lately. If tickets are full of shops (as is the case) is that it is Christmas. If my bank account is shrinking at supersonic speed, it's Christmas. If I have a dinner every Friday of the week is Christmas. If it's cold, it's Wednesday and I have work and G is swallowed without chapters as Scooby Doo, is that it is Christmas.
Before I had a kind of unjustified hate the holidays beloved but recently discovered that what happens is that I was swayed by environmental pessimism. Everyone has a reason to hate these days and rarely do we remember the reasons we have to love them unconditionally.
For example: We
health and work which is not bad.
We have money to spend on gifts and friends to greet them.
The shop windows are prettier in December.
January seems very distant and not tell you in February (and the card clubs of the day later.)
can eat without remorse.
can drink without remorse (though this is something I practice regularly.)
People still send greeting cards, something much cooler than the mobile phone chain letter to whom, if anyone does not know, do not ever answer. If you wish to answer, at least Work it.
Cities decorated.
Karl Lagerfeld amazes me with the wonderful work he has done for this year's Pirelli Calendar. Too bad you do with Chanel I click on the globe.
Life can surprise you at any time as when you go to take a came to San Miguel Market and discover in the next table having dinner alone in the great Maria Navarro (muse where available).
put on TV ads for perfume, my favorite all year. They are good to bad, real works of art.
I look forward to New Year's Eve at Clara Clairvoyant (hopefully not become a flood; disadvantages of living next to a river) and above all, Invisible Friend, that invention that we do not have children as an excuse to give us things.
I like winter evenings with the street people fucked spending like no tomorrow nor a God over us.
I like my friends re-read all my post, which says a lot about them and lots of luck I have.
I like to remember and share memories with my friends on the morning of Kings when we were kids. I like the face that puts us all. It is as if the boy who went out to look at life for a moment.
I love all things that make me forget the everyday every day is uglier and more hell.
For these reasons and more that everyone should add to your taste, this year I'm super for Christmas.
Note: I managed to finish an optimistic post without mentioning the word CRISIS and air traffic controllers. Mini spot for me.
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