Sunday, January 2 1993, the year is over dirty. I do know that I reserve the nascent, but I bet nothing more terrible can happen. Unless, of purgatory, I sink body and soul in hell.
I reread the first few lines written in 1993: that good resolutions, which failed abyss.
In my rabbit hutch, rue Vercingetorix, Purgatorio my I repeat, I have to take essential part of my responsibility. I am not alone, but almost. Legally, I I'm erected at the head of all these ruins to prevent the people I love are reached. I do not know if this will suffice.
I'm 24 and I feel that moment as a total break with the evolution of my tormented life. Weakness, amorality, losing genetic defect which leads me so low, resounding in the fall. If everything was properly
place, I am currently manager of a thriving publishing house, beginning to nibble with an insatiable appetite for European markets, vice president and president of a GIE gathering promising companies. My future wife, Kate, beautiful as a goddess and loving to my side to support me in all the trials and foibles of ambition come true. The ultimate victory would have been able to leave the heim leisure to devote himself to the world of ideas, writing, and all the arts. Take over, that's what was the goal.
Reality? In a public housing as a Purgatory, I am preparing to take on the series of bankruptcies in the majority of the group companies, my calendar fills up an appointment with justice, may soon be with the police, and then bars why not! demolition contractor called himself Leon Bloy. I myself am a true, a lecture!
I saw as a child, then a young man model for many. Here I am become a man missed. What a lesson! That is where intellectualism recognizes supreme in absolute inability to apply the powerful sermons uttered.
I make it out? In any case I would try to channel my energy into that.
I do not really feel desperate. My status is ambiguous, between indifference accountable, an amorphous disgust and despondency of one condemned to death. I tickled from time to time to let shine a smile.
Monday, January 3 With a female voice
fairy Ornella always touches me so. This girl, I know that through his voice sounds, moves in me the most braised feelings. It looks like a goddess: 1m77, 56 kg, fair as the sun burning, blue-gray eyes, face sirènéen , a wasp waist. Phew! phew! Mirage perhaps. Friday, January 7
Beauty of the world and happiness do not light my skies. I do not judge me even more worthy of pamphlet, if it does not concern my own failing. How could I still support a critical while I have all failed. Sense of humor, a tad, business acumen, to the gulf, the meaning of life, I did, if I ever had. The pages of lamentations enough.
Positivism, chanting souls constructive. The will to fight suppose to armholes, some fibers shivering. Poor passion for this world I do not understand. I'm like a fish on the bank. My excitement only accelerates my loss.
Raise head, clenching fists and balls forward, face these formative events. That's the only plan worth. Without fuss or convolution.
I would try to avoid whining pathos for the next meeting of scribouillage . Since my
Purgatory, I join the stars for a few hours. Saturday, January 8
Focused like a cyclops egocentric on the decadence of my fire micro-empire, I abandoned the national and international drama of the moment.
is in the precincts of the cathédralesque Sainte-Genevieve, 
library of his condition, parked vertically in anticipation of a wooden chair, I do not give 'll browse the torments that tense on all sides this year rising. How is France
balladurienne ? Wet in its ruts, streams and rivers that découchent, nature makes mud pies on a few buildings at the bottom of a mountain: nothing wrong in our tempered hexagon. The generosity easy
not able to ubiquity, we can not even provide a few canisters Maousse to Australia who sees his beautiful Sidney threatened by flames. The powerful
Tito's Yugoslavia is dying today in full freedom barbaric. Where fratricidal guerrilla s'étripe by religion and for a few yards of ground to conquer. Fabulous show from beyond the grave.
The "Great Machine" Castrato Supreme of effective action and the severity applied washes out day by day the blue forces. So much so that large caps are screaming to humiliation: licking understand that turning out in this country deserted by hygiene should not be more lurk activities.
Aparté in the Great Hall of the Saint. Master of masters of the pen incandescent, Leon Bloy offers some impetuous in his newspaper pieces pamphleteer Pal.
On the Republic of 1870: "The decay of the original bastard of all is cowardly to throw the universe. Jezebel of brothel, cutthroat of filth, grotesquely fattened for fornication, bestiality of any cad was satiated in her arms and looks like some very ancient Lust might have painted on the wall of a tomb. "
Monday, January 10 0:40
. Lying in my Purgatory, waiting for my soft contact lenses are cleaned by deproteinization greedy, I blacked out a bit.
I just finished typing the list of creditors of the sebm I'm back today to judge, under the receivership of the company. The mechanics of the wind will soon begin. Drama series he'll have to assume and manage the best we can. With the company's debts and bank debts owed amount to more than four million francs. It is not the disaster zone of a second, this case!
Dawn on the phone. Full review. Charming, but I do not know where this relationship takes me. Kouchner
the small screen, for the umpteenth time the guest of Sinclair. Humanitarianism glitter, he recalls his tunes without noticing any change. His phraseology is often a tendency to irritate me. Thursday, January 20
No good hair tonight. Bent on a Compaq prehistoric coming out of co-production contracts on a no cooler printer pins, the beast crashes. "Error 1701 disc," to pretty much, tells me she's on screen. I am furious. My evening's work botched, and the fear of a future resurrection unlikely. Dirt modern world.
I am back with more craft occupations: smearing my paper with small squares.
Incorporated telephone contact with some girlfriends faculty wishing them my warmest wishes. Elodie
D., charming young lady who spends most of his time Apec (Anpe frames) to perform some research. Pretty little blonde, the bob, a blond Californian, she has literally transformed by the love encounter. A little chubby before, its forms were slender, her character became stronger in sweetness. In a very pleasant company.
Sabrina L., exiled in Nancy, bubbly and delicious girl known Deug law at Paris I, we promised we would see when I bring back the original book loaned to the library by Seru Epinal. Fresh and detonating his contact reinvigorate the most apathetic of fatalistic. Touching affection from him, she had sent a small greeting card at the Chateau d'O, what I learn on the line, leaving less and less of my Purgatory.
Valerie S., tall, thin, pretty blonde, but not all: especially brilliant. Known for purchases of law books that I have made my debut, we sympathized and held the bonds. It just came out top of his class in the contest of CFPA. The lawyer here. She came to Paris in March to attend a small ceremony presided by the Chief Justice of the Court of Cassation, to which are invited all the majors this competition in France. We'll see at that time.
Anne L. brown doll, frail-looking and pearly skin. Discreet, perhaps shy, she is currently participating at the show on fashion which leaves him no time. We'll see you soon. Vania C.
, the big brown Carole Bouquet, who called me first. Always delighted to have him and see. I.
Lamia, an old acquaintance of first-year law student, long brown hair, eyes beautiful colors, but elusive. Of Moroccan origin I believe, it always seems to have a thousand cares to solve. Very nice and soft. Aline L.
to the end. My oldest friend. Since the sixth grade to high school in Cergy St Christophe we follow. She has already appeared in this newspaper when I described the features of presumptive behavior. Very pretty and equally brilliant student, she seems set to love. We will meet soon.
Wow what a catalog! And yet I have not violated any. This need for contact is obviously to compensate for the huge emotional void inside me that sex and, dare I say ... Dawn has been a sham and a scam Ornella sentimental.
I must however not stun me of projects: most of these girls are already installed with someone. So here I am
income my loneliness starting with a progressive sense of loss of charge. Saturday, January 22
That queue time, without abate my torment. Carried away by a train towards Laon coral, I'll spend my Sunday in Au, for retyping the homestead. This is the last link I try to keep my family of heart. When I would return
actor of my life? I am fortunate not to be bothered by any disease, and I feel more apathetic than comatose. Shot down? Even more. Aware of the power chromosome shaped my destiny disaster.
Getting through the bulb.
Los Angeles was shaken to its foundations. Seconds expression for the plates to California land worth mourning for 55 of his souls, 8000 to treat wounded and 150 billion francs to find to repair the damage. We say thank you to the San Andreas Fault ... until next time the Big quake, one that will engulf the state.
On the other hand, Washington and the surrounding area to chill like a pole. Descents, from less than thirty least forty, ruthless for more than 150 people dead. There, time is no longer just a topic of conversation at the merchant. Sunday, January 23
Still on track for this session of writing. Back to Paris, after the passage stealthy, but oh so refreshing at the castle.
Saturday evening, Karl train, I readily confess to La Loco in Saint-Quentin, instead of techno-dance-rock Funko and drinking in order. Hours défoulatoires unpretentious to forget quickly. Note the gag obsessive Karl get disc jockey broadcasting a piece of java accordéonisé refined by Andre Verchuren to be invited to dance a little blonde mignonette probably conquered the feat unthinkable. The gag will remain embryonic.
Today's transportation mess with Hermione blights the future chamber Sally destinations more appropriate. Sticky, humid weather, your wishes! Heim
me around the rooms including the renovation is completed: the lounge, enhanced by murals, portales more precisely, Mary, by the many paintings that the lining, the soft atmosphere of serenity here. Office, bedroom and bathroom to lay out, warm room.
library of his condition, parked vertically in anticipation of a wooden chair, I do not give 'll browse the torments that tense on all sides this year rising. How is France balladurienne ? Wet in its ruts, streams and rivers that découchent, nature makes mud pies on a few buildings at the bottom of a mountain: nothing wrong in our tempered hexagon. The generosity easy
not able to ubiquity, we can not even provide a few canisters Maousse to Australia who sees his beautiful Sidney threatened by flames. The powerful
Tito's Yugoslavia is dying today in full freedom barbaric. Where fratricidal guerrilla s'étripe by religion and for a few yards of ground to conquer. Fabulous show from beyond the grave.
The "Great Machine" Castrato Supreme of effective action and the severity applied washes out day by day the blue forces. So much so that large caps are screaming to humiliation: licking understand that turning out in this country deserted by hygiene should not be more lurk activities.
Aparté in the Great Hall of the Saint. Master of masters of the pen incandescent, Leon Bloy offers some impetuous in his newspaper pieces pamphleteer Pal.
On the Republic of 1870: "The decay of the original bastard of all is cowardly to throw the universe. Jezebel of brothel, cutthroat of filth, grotesquely fattened for fornication, bestiality of any cad was satiated in her arms and looks like some very ancient Lust might have painted on the wall of a tomb. "
Monday, January 10 0:40
. Lying in my Purgatory, waiting for my soft contact lenses are cleaned by deproteinization greedy, I blacked out a bit.
I just finished typing the list of creditors of the sebm I'm back today to judge, under the receivership of the company. The mechanics of the wind will soon begin. Drama series he'll have to assume and manage the best we can. With the company's debts and bank debts owed amount to more than four million francs. It is not the disaster zone of a second, this case!
Dawn on the phone. Full review. Charming, but I do not know where this relationship takes me. Kouchner
the small screen, for the umpteenth time the guest of Sinclair. Humanitarianism glitter, he recalls his tunes without noticing any change. His phraseology is often a tendency to irritate me. Thursday, January 20
No good hair tonight. Bent on a Compaq prehistoric coming out of co-production contracts on a no cooler printer pins, the beast crashes. "Error 1701 disc," to pretty much, tells me she's on screen. I am furious. My evening's work botched, and the fear of a future resurrection unlikely. Dirt modern world.
I am back with more craft occupations: smearing my paper with small squares.
Incorporated telephone contact with some girlfriends faculty wishing them my warmest wishes. Elodie
D., charming young lady who spends most of his time Apec (Anpe frames) to perform some research. Pretty little blonde, the bob, a blond Californian, she has literally transformed by the love encounter. A little chubby before, its forms were slender, her character became stronger in sweetness. In a very pleasant company.
Sabrina L., exiled in Nancy, bubbly and delicious girl known Deug law at Paris I, we promised we would see when I bring back the original book loaned to the library by Seru Epinal. Fresh and detonating his contact reinvigorate the most apathetic of fatalistic. Touching affection from him, she had sent a small greeting card at the Chateau d'O, what I learn on the line, leaving less and less of my Purgatory.
Valerie S., tall, thin, pretty blonde, but not all: especially brilliant. Known for purchases of law books that I have made my debut, we sympathized and held the bonds. It just came out top of his class in the contest of CFPA. The lawyer here. She came to Paris in March to attend a small ceremony presided by the Chief Justice of the Court of Cassation, to which are invited all the majors this competition in France. We'll see at that time.
Anne L. brown doll, frail-looking and pearly skin. Discreet, perhaps shy, she is currently participating at the show on fashion which leaves him no time. We'll see you soon. Vania C.
, the big brown Carole Bouquet, who called me first. Always delighted to have him and see. I.
Lamia, an old acquaintance of first-year law student, long brown hair, eyes beautiful colors, but elusive. Of Moroccan origin I believe, it always seems to have a thousand cares to solve. Very nice and soft. Aline L.
to the end. My oldest friend. Since the sixth grade to high school in Cergy St Christophe we follow. She has already appeared in this newspaper when I described the features of presumptive behavior. Very pretty and equally brilliant student, she seems set to love. We will meet soon.
Wow what a catalog! And yet I have not violated any. This need for contact is obviously to compensate for the huge emotional void inside me that sex and, dare I say ... Dawn has been a sham and a scam Ornella sentimental.
I must however not stun me of projects: most of these girls are already installed with someone. So here I am
income my loneliness starting with a progressive sense of loss of charge. Saturday, January 22
That queue time, without abate my torment. Carried away by a train towards Laon coral, I'll spend my Sunday in Au, for retyping the homestead. This is the last link I try to keep my family of heart. When I would return
actor of my life? I am fortunate not to be bothered by any disease, and I feel more apathetic than comatose. Shot down? Even more. Aware of the power chromosome shaped my destiny disaster.
Getting through the bulb.
Los Angeles was shaken to its foundations. Seconds expression for the plates to California land worth mourning for 55 of his souls, 8000 to treat wounded and 150 billion francs to find to repair the damage. We say thank you to the San Andreas Fault ... until next time the Big quake, one that will engulf the state.
On the other hand, Washington and the surrounding area to chill like a pole. Descents, from less than thirty least forty, ruthless for more than 150 people dead. There, time is no longer just a topic of conversation at the merchant. Sunday, January 23
Still on track for this session of writing. Back to Paris, after the passage stealthy, but oh so refreshing at the castle.
Saturday evening, Karl train, I readily confess to La Loco in Saint-Quentin, instead of techno-dance-rock Funko and drinking in order. Hours défoulatoires unpretentious to forget quickly. Note the gag obsessive Karl get disc jockey broadcasting a piece of java accordéonisé refined by Andre Verchuren to be invited to dance a little blonde mignonette probably conquered the feat unthinkable. The gag will remain embryonic.
Today's transportation mess with Hermione blights the future chamber Sally destinations more appropriate. Sticky, humid weather, your wishes! Heim
me around the rooms including the renovation is completed: the lounge, enhanced by murals, portales more precisely, Mary, by the many paintings that the lining, the soft atmosphere of serenity here. Office, bedroom and bathroom to lay out, warm room.
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