Dear Big lazy,
I myself was busy reading the latest installment of Valerie Damidot (one day Decals, Stickers always) when I told myself I was fine find a good reason not to correct my last 60 copies. Since I had already read the last column on the polished concrete in Modes & Travaux, and I also already read the topic people on Yahoo, I was annoyed. And then I came across your blog. And that's it. It won, I'm not alone. Ah, haves, we understand.
But I realize that I'm so lazy myself that I can not put myself in my blog para-thesis: "I am a parasite official". What to do? Open a sub-blog that would identify good deals that we, parasite-officials-haves (the meal ticket at the Studentenwerk to 6.70 €), enjoy every day, so "this crisis, we're all gonna die ? And if I leave free comments ... I'm not going to risk being judged ... evaluated? Because what I hate most is we come stick his nose in my dirty little nasty little business, we come to see that I am as bad as my neighbor wealthy office-that-I-did-not because I do not come to work university but I trav ... gland from my bed. Anyway, I announced, last 45 years, when I am genetically incapable of producing eggs, books, and students, so I commit suicide with a biography written by Sacha Guitry Philippe Bouvard, steeped in the flatulence of my mediocrity.
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