Thursday, December 24, 2009

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Dear Santa Claus!

Each year they write and you obviously do not have me in the RSS-ROM. Then I have it all alone. ( Ah, desc ... )

As you know, I begged a few years for the diploma samopišočo . None of this, of course. And I Spacal itself, then a few months looking into the air and whistling, yesterday defended and, yes, survived. Okay, your doppelganger (Dr. Zlatko, for all Faculty-jevce) was president of the committee, but I am not convinced that they personally had his fingers in between.


I'm begging for all kinds of services for their najdražjejše. And Nena is still not quite right dance shoes (God is our witness, that has a lot of others ...) as well as anyone else what's missing. Even villa with pool does not have pegs on the list. That of my ideal man do not we start, my grandfather.

Definitely thanks to Rene , although I'm not sure I ever explicitly asked for neurotic French kripo that in ten years to effectively close that most of the winter did not see out and ride on deaf ears. I have very, very much. So I like that this year I put what it smrekico instead of flat. As the law "Streetwalker" anyhow spend more time in the car. EHM, behind the wheel. Oncoming is, in fact. Yes you will have some ideas.

Well, what I bothering this year? Let's say like this:
  • to my Life continued in this poskočnem pace;
  • but what ever slept in between;
  • that people would act more favorably to the animals;
  • that people would act more favorably to the people.
Oh, and if so, send two to thirty goblins to stow my little apartment. Get coffee and lunch (assumed to wash the dishes, of course).

Above all, Santa Claus, cool you are. Thus and otherwise.

She loves your

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