I’m the negation of happiness, according to my son.
No nonsense please.
Go incognito to the house by the sea and stay there for a fortnight, no social life whatsoever. That’s a little dream of mine. Not a chance it’ll ever occur.
is not exactly the same thing to have your family around than to have your family having you around.
Happy Christmas, everyone.
Lie no more, and forever.
The only thing I miss in life is a second bathroom.
For a song to stay in my collection (and my collection and my playlist are the same thing) it must meet the following criteria:
- The very first chords have to arouse a minimal, almost non-existent, inner feeling of joy in myself, just because of that song.
- It has to suit my mood, whatever my mood happens to be at that very moment.
- Not for a second the thought I wish it’d have finished by now must present in my mind.
And no holy cows neither sentimentality crap whatsoever.
Wind, rain, and snow, plenty of. Midway I began to fear my toes would freeze. Chainset and sprockets started to malfunction just in the middle of nowhere, with heavy snow falling on a beautiful white for once landscape. A shame all these worries didn’t let me fully enjoy the ride. Pretty decent times for all the trouble. I feel increasingly safe on the bike.
When is the right moment for something to happen? Never when it does.
Particularly apply to your son’s social upbringing process.