Wednesday, August 2, 0:30
last night spent with Eve, who finally gave in to my greed, despite my warnings about the content of our relationship. The prolonged abstinence has probably multiplied his desire. Very appetizing in its forms, it did not trigger the ultimate thrill that accompanies true inclinations. Sharing a mild satisfaction that prior sexual conquest density exceeded almost exciting. By finishing this sentence, I realize the terrible cynicism of my words. I'm so desperate that nothing of what is accessible to me (j'idéalise still not addressed the silhouettes) can not fulfill me? Sage lucidity or extinction of all humanity?
The meeting for the anniversary of Heim has been advanced to next Saturday. I'm leaving on Friday afternoon at the castle. We should have lunch at the castle of Barive. Living lightning since Sunday will be in Paris with Sally, S., Karl and his friend I. In the evening or Monday morning, back in Lyon overheated.
Work on the index of Hash is tedious
Thursday, August 3, 0:50
Has always want to stretch the day so it does not end, I often find myself in the first moments following the scraping of these pages ... What satisfaction
the keen intelligence in children. The Z, brother and sister of 12 and 15 years, I think, invest the literary texts that I happy with their offers interpretations. Conversely, PL, to whom I give two hours of French (methodologies for the argumentative essay and commentary compound), very average intelligence, hangs on most training exercises by a misunderstanding of the text and an inability exploit tools proposed. His lack of knowledge of French for several years is certainly a mitigating circumstance, but it does not justify all the burdens of mind found. I do sometimes contain my annoyance so unsuited to the increase.
Too late to deepen ... Tuesday, August 8
Saturday noon, meals at the castle of Barive with Heim, Vanessa, Sally, Monique, Hermione, V., Hubert, Karl and myself. A good time for the anniversary (advanced) Heim (and that of Monique!) Extended the castle.
the evening, and until three o'clock in the morning, a less pleasant Vigil-catharsis, face to face with Heim that I find very "silent" for a few visits ... Critical look at my Hash , unpublishable unchanged from a "big" publisher, stigma of my past behavior and present, I do not regret that more stressed or my statement "successes" (particularly on the
legally). Then, over the Bisons , accusations have taken a more expeditious: Ban me to pursue my thesis on him, stopping next in moribund association Hisloc , impossible for me to publish anything after that Hash (in form of literary death sentence) and, finally, a final farewell in affection (my cards and kind words are welcome, but not my physical presence in that state of mind). My "masochism," which seems to sweat the 600 pages of the Journal pamphleteer, may have been filled, but I was big on the potato ...
I do not know if this time the lyrics turns firm and definitive decisions.
Sunday, very sweet day in Paris with Sally, S., Karl and his friend I. Lunch The Inn at happiness (near restaurant La Cascade luxury ), walk in the garden of Bagatelle (where I had come with Sandre), a small tour boat on the lake in the Bois de Vincennes and Finally, discovery of the premises purchased by Sally at Boul 'Mich', opposite the School of Mines. The effect entertaining was full before my homecoming Lyon.
One week to go and I'm off to find Sally in Royan, her friend N. and S. A gentle relaxation in perspective. I can refine my readings for the start of Galen, by taking appropriate notes. The newspaper
is really frowned upon for a writer who does not count as him to qualify for a work (if Leautaud provides yet cons-example of a writer whose production is its major Literary Journal ). The physician-writer Martin Winckler in his compilation Taking care, writing , note the lack of importance of his written production. After listing its clutches (a novel, six new, fifty chronic, etc.). He adds, "and a newspaper composed of some thirty books and notebooks of all sizes, regular held since 1976, but in essence [who?] not for publication. "Should
burn this very partial and subjective monitoring of a lifetime? This amounts to a second death. Without doubt what awaits these pages (not even the burning, but forgotten, and more specifically the emergence impossible).
Thursday, August 10
last night spent with Eve, who finally gave in to my greed, despite my warnings about the content of our relationship. The prolonged abstinence has probably multiplied his desire. Very appetizing in its forms, it did not trigger the ultimate thrill that accompanies true inclinations. Sharing a mild satisfaction that prior sexual conquest density exceeded almost exciting. By finishing this sentence, I realize the terrible cynicism of my words. I'm so desperate that nothing of what is accessible to me (j'idéalise still not addressed the silhouettes) can not fulfill me? Sage lucidity or extinction of all humanity?
The meeting for the anniversary of Heim has been advanced to next Saturday. I'm leaving on Friday afternoon at the castle. We should have lunch at the castle of Barive. Living lightning since Sunday will be in Paris with Sally, S., Karl and his friend I. In the evening or Monday morning, back in Lyon overheated.
Work on the index of Hash is tedious
Thursday, August 3, 0:50
Has always want to stretch the day so it does not end, I often find myself in the first moments following the scraping of these pages ... What satisfaction
the keen intelligence in children. The Z, brother and sister of 12 and 15 years, I think, invest the literary texts that I happy with their offers interpretations. Conversely, PL, to whom I give two hours of French (methodologies for the argumentative essay and commentary compound), very average intelligence, hangs on most training exercises by a misunderstanding of the text and an inability exploit tools proposed. His lack of knowledge of French for several years is certainly a mitigating circumstance, but it does not justify all the burdens of mind found. I do sometimes contain my annoyance so unsuited to the increase.
Too late to deepen ... Tuesday, August 8
Saturday noon, meals at the castle of Barive with Heim, Vanessa, Sally, Monique, Hermione, V., Hubert, Karl and myself. A good time for the anniversary (advanced) Heim (and that of Monique!) Extended the castle.
the evening, and until three o'clock in the morning, a less pleasant Vigil-catharsis, face to face with Heim that I find very "silent" for a few visits ... Critical look at my Hash , unpublishable unchanged from a "big" publisher, stigma of my past behavior and present, I do not regret that more stressed or my statement "successes" (particularly on the
legally). Then, over the Bisons , accusations have taken a more expeditious: Ban me to pursue my thesis on him, stopping next in moribund association Hisloc , impossible for me to publish anything after that Hash (in form of literary death sentence) and, finally, a final farewell in affection (my cards and kind words are welcome, but not my physical presence in that state of mind). My "masochism," which seems to sweat the 600 pages of the Journal pamphleteer, may have been filled, but I was big on the potato ... I do not know if this time the lyrics turns firm and definitive decisions.
Sunday, very sweet day in Paris with Sally, S., Karl and his friend I. Lunch The Inn at happiness (near restaurant La Cascade luxury ), walk in the garden of Bagatelle (where I had come with Sandre), a small tour boat on the lake in the Bois de Vincennes and Finally, discovery of the premises purchased by Sally at Boul 'Mich', opposite the School of Mines. The effect entertaining was full before my homecoming Lyon.
One week to go and I'm off to find Sally in Royan, her friend N. and S. A gentle relaxation in perspective. I can refine my readings for the start of Galen, by taking appropriate notes. The newspaper
is really frowned upon for a writer who does not count as him to qualify for a work (if Leautaud provides yet cons-example of a writer whose production is its major Literary Journal ). The physician-writer Martin Winckler in his compilation Taking care, writing , note the lack of importance of his written production. After listing its clutches (a novel, six new, fifty chronic, etc.). He adds, "and a newspaper composed of some thirty books and notebooks of all sizes, regular held since 1976, but in essence [who?] not for publication. "Should
burn this very partial and subjective monitoring of a lifetime? This amounts to a second death. Without doubt what awaits these pages (not even the burning, but forgotten, and more specifically the emergence impossible).
Thursday, August 10
La Tete d'Or brought me luck this time. Wednesday, I decided to 
me a full day at the park, soon my two hours of instruction data. On places, meeting with a charming Dutch Heleen, 28, in Lyon until 2 September for professional reasons: hiking, sledding in the boat on the lake, sitting movies ... and discovering a mutual greed.
Today getaway in Beaujolais and growing agreement. What a pity it is dedicated only short term. Monday, August 14
Seven hours of travel to arrive at Royan. Ter Niort-Saintes Royan must go through: thought for Madeleine C. Dog and his band Leon and Lola (they are two well bedlam twice!).
Nights Heleen intensity without restraint. Like watch his face change in our relationships. Our mutual attraction seems flawless. It could potentially become a great love , the one with which we build. Geographical distance will decide otherwise. We are redoubling, thus expressing our inclinations.
After spending a Sunday in paradise C in the presence of Marie-Pierre and Damian, Heleen came to find myself in my den Lyon to share the night before my departure. His face sculpture (small nose, long eyelashes and provided included) slenderness (1m74) and forms a good position (62kg), the prettiness of the hands and feet (size 39) make it an ideal accomplice, but she leaves the Netherlands on September 3 ... The lightning have me marked.
16.50. Arrival in the house with the father of Sally N., his Colombian girlfriend. S. joins us tomorrow at noon for a few days of relaxation.
The sky has a pale milky does not deter me to bathe. Tuesday, August 15
this morning and discovered with Sally N. a dream beach: very far from the road, a sandy, wide desert and an ocean turbulent. The site will welcome us again tomorrow morning with S., arrived this afternoon.
me a full day at the park, soon my two hours of instruction data. On places, meeting with a charming Dutch Heleen, 28, in Lyon until 2 September for professional reasons: hiking, sledding in the boat on the lake, sitting movies ... and discovering a mutual greed. Today getaway in Beaujolais and growing agreement. What a pity it is dedicated only short term. Monday, August 14
Seven hours of travel to arrive at Royan. Ter Niort-Saintes Royan must go through: thought for Madeleine C. Dog and his band Leon and Lola (they are two well bedlam twice!).
Nights Heleen intensity without restraint. Like watch his face change in our relationships. Our mutual attraction seems flawless. It could potentially become a great love , the one with which we build. Geographical distance will decide otherwise. We are redoubling, thus expressing our inclinations.
After spending a Sunday in paradise C in the presence of Marie-Pierre and Damian, Heleen came to find myself in my den Lyon to share the night before my departure. His face sculpture (small nose, long eyelashes and provided included) slenderness (1m74) and forms a good position (62kg), the prettiness of the hands and feet (size 39) make it an ideal accomplice, but she leaves the Netherlands on September 3 ... The lightning have me marked.
16.50. Arrival in the house with the father of Sally N., his Colombian girlfriend. S. joins us tomorrow at noon for a few days of relaxation.
The sky has a pale milky does not deter me to bathe. Tuesday, August 15
this morning and discovered with Sally N. a dream beach: very far from the road, a sandy, wide desert and an ocean turbulent. The site will welcome us again tomorrow morning with S., arrived this afternoon.
Cloudless day and enjoy the rest in a recliner, with the melody of the wind in the poplars extra.
I finish Knock or the triumph of medicine Jules Romains, one of five books in the program of the batch of student 
Grange-Blanche. I had the pleasure, along with Dawn, my first love, interpret Serrault see the doctor in a large theater in Paris. Wild of Cage had allegedly used his talented, given whole crispy efficient doctor. A worthy successor to Louis Jouvet, despite a likely way to embody the opposite.
I will dive into the monument of Goethe's Faust , translated by Gerard de Nerval. The literary program of medical students in the competition will have been swallowed. Thursday, August 17
this morning. Delicious again, beginning
day at the beach called "English Point". At 9:30, the only occupants swirl and pose with squeals: some seagulls looking for a pittance silted. The oceans have a grace movements Empowered opposite extreme humility that keeps us down the inevitable. The rumblings, always repeated, these bodies of water that rise, enliven the senses well beyond what can make the Mediterranean summer.
The stay has the attire sweeter than I could hope for. Sally lovely and enchanted my happiness displayed, N. very nice and seems to like me; S., affects more mixed, plagued by headaches and seems vexed by the distance I have taken his place. The star, a little cloudy today, do not darken this picture Regenerating for the essentials. Heleen
In the phone last night after she had unsuccessfully tried to call me (I sulk my laptop at a time of rest): confirmation of his desire to see me go to melting during its two days of the week combined weekend end. I'll present my new beloved physician-grandmother, the relationship is unfortunately limited duration.
23h10. Lying on my bed, after an invigorating shower, I tasted that day until his term healthy exhausting. A morning at English Point, a late afternoon on the beach of
Royan, between the two, good food and a long nap in the garden, lulled by the rustling of poplar hardwood. The physical effort was to be carried away by waves beefy, pointed at their peak flux, plate securely held. A real kid for a simple pleasure.
Cynicism Western countries: for the hostages to Jolo island are finally released (including six French), to accept the pariah Libya and Qaddafi ensanglanteur pay ransoms. The cleanliness of Western authorities proclaimed everywhere has the air of an award of mud. Finally ... if it allows poor unfortunate to be finally released ... hypocrisy remains incidental. Friday, August 18
I finish Knock or the triumph of medicine Jules Romains, one of five books in the program of the batch of student 
Grange-Blanche. I had the pleasure, along with Dawn, my first love, interpret Serrault see the doctor in a large theater in Paris. Wild of Cage had allegedly used his talented, given whole crispy efficient doctor. A worthy successor to Louis Jouvet, despite a likely way to embody the opposite. I will dive into the monument of Goethe's Faust , translated by Gerard de Nerval. The literary program of medical students in the competition will have been swallowed. Thursday, August 17
this morning. Delicious again, beginning
day at the beach called "English Point". At 9:30, the only occupants swirl and pose with squeals: some seagulls looking for a pittance silted. The oceans have a grace movements Empowered opposite extreme humility that keeps us down the inevitable. The rumblings, always repeated, these bodies of water that rise, enliven the senses well beyond what can make the Mediterranean summer. The stay has the attire sweeter than I could hope for. Sally lovely and enchanted my happiness displayed, N. very nice and seems to like me; S., affects more mixed, plagued by headaches and seems vexed by the distance I have taken his place. The star, a little cloudy today, do not darken this picture Regenerating for the essentials. Heleen
In the phone last night after she had unsuccessfully tried to call me (I sulk my laptop at a time of rest): confirmation of his desire to see me go to melting during its two days of the week combined weekend end. I'll present my new beloved physician-grandmother, the relationship is unfortunately limited duration.
23h10. Lying on my bed, after an invigorating shower, I tasted that day until his term healthy exhausting. A morning at English Point, a late afternoon on the beach of
Royan, between the two, good food and a long nap in the garden, lulled by the rustling of poplar hardwood. The physical effort was to be carried away by waves beefy, pointed at their peak flux, plate securely held. A real kid for a simple pleasure. Cynicism Western countries: for the hostages to Jolo island are finally released (including six French), to accept the pariah Libya and Qaddafi ensanglanteur pay ransoms. The cleanliness of Western authorities proclaimed everywhere has the air of an award of mud. Finally ... if it allows poor unfortunate to be finally released ... hypocrisy remains incidental. Friday, August 18
Haro on motorists!
figures of road accidents are still recall the extent of crime called involuntary for the weekend of August 15 more than a hundred killed and about a thousand wounded. The great national cause for 2000 did not change one iota the irresponsible attitude of many motorists. Or rather, as Tourism in France, an increase bailiff!
figures of road accidents are still recall the extent of crime called involuntary for the weekend of August 15 more than a hundred killed and about a thousand wounded. The great national cause for 2000 did not change one iota the irresponsible attitude of many motorists. Or rather, as Tourism in France, an increase bailiff!
coconut Gayssot Our minister is not going far enough in severity: why not abolish lifetime licenses pest driving? Why not require every driver to periodic review by the point of its ability to be on the road? Another weakness that is expensive to tens of thousands of people every year ... For various mutilations, the road has amply replaced the great wars.
Today last moments of holidays in Royan, under a changing sky. Discovery this afternoon, the fantastic zoo of La Palmyre.
[...] Friday, August 25
landed this evening, burning at Fontes. The heat wave, combined with the Corail train is not air conditioned, has transformed the travel path dripping. In Montpellier, I took a bus to take me cooler at grandma. My brother Bruce is now until Tuesday morning and the evening of that day Heleen joined me. We will share our last moments before his return to the Netherlands. What
curiosity to meet at Parc de la Tete d'Or a Dutch (the Dutch name is incorrect), a doctor at that. This was my paternal great time he got the phone A few days ago. However, I had to reassure my grandmother who was afraid to see me sail for another country cheese. The holiday romance has been shortened but dense.
Yesterday evening, Heleen led me, with three of her friends (my air
was welcomed in his delightfully self filled with Maud, Mare and Gaya), at a party organized in a compatriot Lachassagne installed, and collecting much of the Dutch group who works at Acta. A farewell barbecue, somehow, the majority returning home after this summer together. Between embers to maintain for various meats and sausages, and a little push misanthropic, I still had a good time. This week
small font will be placed under a sign studious. The courses back to the Galen Institute looming, and I must be ready to feed my interventions. Only the last two days with Heleen will stain holidays. Having quickly
Sander online repeated to me to kiss my grandmother for her. I once again tried to give back to one of his acquaintances with my poor knowledge of the law.
Shue's wedding approaches and I found no problem in Lyon, a facility that rents tuxedos. The costs will be combined, but would I not for my dear Iranian?
The death of one hundred and eighteen Russian sailors in their steel-hulled,
that lies one hundred and twenty feet deep, I just passed over (!) head. Probable large flask of a Russian ship in the ongoing military exercise, it has revealed the limits of Vladimir Putin as head of state. A lack of political maturity which has seriously cracked image. Maybe he should start drinking, as his clown telling Yeltsin. His comic force will remain well below that of the plump red-faced. Saturday, August 26
22:50. I just finished my introduction to the draft copy Hash, setting the context for any future readers. I hope she will agree. The campground
Fontès has established a pool: I would probably be a dip tomorrow afternoon with Bruce. The first day I focused on re-reading with note-taking Science sharing.
A wedding took place in Fontes, and tonight, the hall hosts many guests. The mine will coloration up-to-date : Shue, Monte Carlo, tuxedo, luxury hotel ...
My grandmother still has the same alertness even if she forgets her keys! Pity she is so disabled to move: causes only accident (car into a ditch and then fall in the kitchen).
I return to my perverse readings ... Sunday, August 27
Crossing the pool Camping L'Evasion , but without Bruce tired of his sleepless night. He leaves tomorrow morning at dawn. We will have the house for us, Heleen and me.
After accompanying grandmother in Providence, I read an hour or two in a folding chair on the sidewalk outside the house, as is done in Provence. Not far from me, couple of S, which is aging quietly, with a renewed kindness. Their daughter (still pretty young girl and line), their son and two beautiful grandchildren (boy and girl) and the sister of Mrs. S., join them. Very relaxing table for the soul, a sweet music of their conversation reached me during my reading with careful note taking. The union of a family that smells good affection and natural complicity. The husband was unfortunately a health concern (a form of leukemia) to be treated quickly, I hope. That this picture is so rare, despite its amazingly simple, is not ripped apart by a tragedy unbearable! Monday, August 28
Appeal enthusiastic analyst Martin S., Parisian friend, former girlfriend of singer Bernard Lavilliers, taking from me. She lives a passionate love with a young man (she has over forty), but it suffers a cultural vacuum, a lack of intellectual enrichment. I gave him my e-mail and I'll send him the Word file copy of my Hash for advice. With his fiery temperament she gave me a "feathered me! "Alluding to a desire to match. The sign does not disappoint, especially coming from her, a tamper head casings.
I know her since 1995 or 1996 and does not appear in my
Journal like many other figures more or less salient. My selection does not meet any scriptural sense.
The night dive in a few photo albums entrusted by grandmother. Nostalgia for all those aged figures, all those moments lost ... I was rather cute, bespectacled before my period with semi-long hair ...
Today last moments of holidays in Royan, under a changing sky. Discovery this afternoon, the fantastic zoo of La Palmyre.
[...] Friday, August 25
landed this evening, burning at Fontes. The heat wave, combined with the Corail train is not air conditioned, has transformed the travel path dripping. In Montpellier, I took a bus to take me cooler at grandma. My brother Bruce is now until Tuesday morning and the evening of that day Heleen joined me. We will share our last moments before his return to the Netherlands. What
curiosity to meet at Parc de la Tete d'Or a Dutch (the Dutch name is incorrect), a doctor at that. This was my paternal great time he got the phone A few days ago. However, I had to reassure my grandmother who was afraid to see me sail for another country cheese. The holiday romance has been shortened but dense.
Yesterday evening, Heleen led me, with three of her friends (my air
was welcomed in his delightfully self filled with Maud, Mare and Gaya), at a party organized in a compatriot Lachassagne installed, and collecting much of the Dutch group who works at Acta. A farewell barbecue, somehow, the majority returning home after this summer together. Between embers to maintain for various meats and sausages, and a little push misanthropic, I still had a good time. This week small font will be placed under a sign studious. The courses back to the Galen Institute looming, and I must be ready to feed my interventions. Only the last two days with Heleen will stain holidays. Having quickly
Sander online repeated to me to kiss my grandmother for her. I once again tried to give back to one of his acquaintances with my poor knowledge of the law.
Shue's wedding approaches and I found no problem in Lyon, a facility that rents tuxedos. The costs will be combined, but would I not for my dear Iranian?
The death of one hundred and eighteen Russian sailors in their steel-hulled,
that lies one hundred and twenty feet deep, I just passed over (!) head. Probable large flask of a Russian ship in the ongoing military exercise, it has revealed the limits of Vladimir Putin as head of state. A lack of political maturity which has seriously cracked image. Maybe he should start drinking, as his clown telling Yeltsin. His comic force will remain well below that of the plump red-faced. Saturday, August 26 22:50. I just finished my introduction to the draft copy Hash, setting the context for any future readers. I hope she will agree. The campground
Fontès has established a pool: I would probably be a dip tomorrow afternoon with Bruce. The first day I focused on re-reading with note-taking Science sharing.
A wedding took place in Fontes, and tonight, the hall hosts many guests. The mine will coloration up-to-date : Shue, Monte Carlo, tuxedo, luxury hotel ...
My grandmother still has the same alertness even if she forgets her keys! Pity she is so disabled to move: causes only accident (car into a ditch and then fall in the kitchen).
I return to my perverse readings ... Sunday, August 27
Crossing the pool Camping L'Evasion , but without Bruce tired of his sleepless night. He leaves tomorrow morning at dawn. We will have the house for us, Heleen and me.
After accompanying grandmother in Providence, I read an hour or two in a folding chair on the sidewalk outside the house, as is done in Provence. Not far from me, couple of S, which is aging quietly, with a renewed kindness. Their daughter (still pretty young girl and line), their son and two beautiful grandchildren (boy and girl) and the sister of Mrs. S., join them. Very relaxing table for the soul, a sweet music of their conversation reached me during my reading with careful note taking. The union of a family that smells good affection and natural complicity. The husband was unfortunately a health concern (a form of leukemia) to be treated quickly, I hope. That this picture is so rare, despite its amazingly simple, is not ripped apart by a tragedy unbearable! Monday, August 28
Appeal enthusiastic analyst Martin S., Parisian friend, former girlfriend of singer Bernard Lavilliers, taking from me. She lives a passionate love with a young man (she has over forty), but it suffers a cultural vacuum, a lack of intellectual enrichment. I gave him my e-mail and I'll send him the Word file copy of my Hash for advice. With his fiery temperament she gave me a "feathered me! "Alluding to a desire to match. The sign does not disappoint, especially coming from her, a tamper head casings.
I know her since 1995 or 1996 and does not appear in my
Journal like many other figures more or less salient. My selection does not meet any scriptural sense. The night dive in a few photo albums entrusted by grandmother. Nostalgia for all those aged figures, all those moments lost ... I was rather cute, bespectacled before my period with semi-long hair ...
Tomorrow night late Heleen find me. The time has unfortunately spoil. This will prevent us to exult ... The
F. Acadomia recalled that it was me who follow this year, their daughter Elo two hours weekly in philosophy. A boil and freshness that I'm having fun finding, knowing distance to keep.
Probably very selfish and egocentric, I preferred freedom of my independence, in a precarious assumed, and time for writing, rather than trying to found a home with children, as does the majority of my fellow thirty years ago. But without a soul mate, what else? Heleen distributed soon to the Netherlands, I find my celibacy Lyon. Rest contingencies ...
Thursday, August 31
Return Fontès with Heleen, I'm in Dardilly, near Lyon. Stay very culmination of intense and pleasant with my dear Dutch. I stay with her until her departure on Saturday morning.
My grandmother had her eyes misted over when we left ... I called this evening to reassure the smooth running of our journey.
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