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can say that I abandoned this blog ... But I confess myself not defeated ahahahah fate * *. In short, he spent a lot of things during that time and I think I can not tell everything because 1) I admit it bothers me a little, 2) everyone does not need to know that I spun two pairs of tights in two days (or two hours, knowing that I have spun the hour after their threading). So, to avoid about my life - while still telling it a bit (when you hold us narcissism), I'll talk about something dear to my heart right now. TWITTER. Well the computer geek that I am, some time ago, I could not help but put me on Twitter, thinking again and again, that this is merely a fad, something that I failed after 2 weeks. Well not at all! I'm still on my ass when I say that since I registered, I did not give up. Amazing how it can make addicts. And why make twitter addict? This demonstration will take place in ... jesaispasencorecombien points, but I'll do it.

Why Twitter is Good with a capital B.

1) Today's youth through a strong tendency kikoololbestàahtmtclolmdr we sometimes (often) want to flee. And this is where Twitter. Twitter allows you to eliminate this sub-species evolved from your "friends". That is to say that unlike FB, you're not obliged to stuff the comments at the con or more articles to con people who tell you their life-not French, or so people who tell you their lives and worry that have simply not care that way with Kevin or Steven Beverly has farted in Jordan's mouth (the fact that all the kids have nick names emerged from American television marvels such as Dallas and his ruthless world or The Young and the Restless - series that I want to say, one can quite begin along the way without being lost . It's like the Plus Belle La Vie French what - I forget). In short, on Twitter, you have the choice. Obviously, you say, on FB, you can remove these people from our contacts. But FB is evil is vicious even if deep inside you, you tell yourself that worry're tired of these people, you can not remove them. Why? Because even if OSEF their life, well not that much. It is always fun to see the stupidity in others not? Especially when it's done. In short, Twitter advantage. Twitter is that good people, that people all sweet, all beautiful, all gentiles who support you, you make free virtual hugs and are here to listen to your little troubles. Twitter is the world of Care Bears. And besides, you can follower of the "stars" without seeming to try too scratch friendship.

2) It is scientifically proven, Twitter gives less conjunctivitis than FB. Yes, because FB, okay, it's convenient, okay, it's cool, but it's me or it's more ugly each time they make a change? This is especially less and less practical. Twitter write to you, and you hop stations, packaged it weighed (finally posted ihi). The graphics are clean, you do not attack you that pubs across the eyes (speaking of fat, you will notice that most ads are designed to show us how to lose weight ... Meditate). We can customize (or receiver if Jacky read) our Twitter page, choose a nickname, etc..

3) This brings me to this fateful third point. Population. On Twitter, it's ten times easier to meet extraordinary people. As I said above, basically, Twitter is a great family (great) and it is this atmosphere that makes me prefer Twitter to FB. And will certainly push me to delete my FB account. There are other means of expression than do tests, admittedly, stupid or posting things irrelevant. I feel constrained on FB, because I dare not talk about certain things for fear that someone I know sees it, I do not feel alone in this. Having a "life" virtual, it can not be that bad at the bottom. Have 678 friends on FB will not make me happy, we agree.

If you young bloggers, bloggers, and Tweeter tweeteuses find other arguments, I'm all ears!

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fingertips.

I'm not a girl who wears make-up really. I rarely do when I find time in the morning (aha). A little eyeshadow and forward. But since I moved, it changed a bit. I've always eaten nails. How to explain? The nervousness, the fact that it became a habit, an addiction, a way to get excited about yourself and not others. Anyway, I did not nail it was horribly ugly and it hurt too. Now it's different. I'm nervous differently and so I let my nails grow to the right. To my delight, finally. It extends the fingers, it feels more polished, it is more aesthetic that's it. And most importantly, it allows to put the polish. Ah, the varnish! I have long dreamed of but scrap, it's not pretty-pretty. Over the past year, I am frantic and trying to polish find beautiful and stem, with colors that either match my clothes. I now have 5 in my possession. It certainly seems little, but at 20 euros a bottle, I buy it every day! Sometimes I want to make improbable colors, I am sure never to put or little. I never do. A little imagination would nevertheless welcome.

I do not know why I wrote this article, but I like to tell what kind of little things. My social life in neutral, I must find my home occupations. Being on the computer, I do, watch TV, I do. Then they get tired. So I went to the varnish which takes three hours to dry. Right now, I'm really beauty products, perfumes, cosmetics, gloss, etc.. I grew up maybe. I've always been a bit "tomboy" small. I began to discover that I was a real girl in 5th, I think. And I do not necessarily dressed as such. Since the end of the second and the beginning of the first, I realize that physical appearance is always neat "good." We feels a personal satisfaction, and others have no desire to move towards us. So I pay attention to my clothes, etc.. And yet I always feel to be late or have a disadvantage compared to others. It was more or less the physical "perfect", the good looks. And I think not having it. We must redouble our efforts, and it does not always work. We are often told that the key is confidence. Must still have them. I spend considerable time on the net, to sail on sites, blogs related to fashion. Besides, I drop the studies, a little, I do not review this kind of thing. I would love to live idle, doing nothing all day, or do only what pleases me, what I want. Yet it is impossible, unless one Tanguy. Yipe! Growing up, I think I will bend to the demands of society, more than I already do.