Monday, May 3, 2010

Letters To Penthouse-read Free

I hate the seasons!


While Spring awakens the senses and the body, it is equally true that the more springs you have on your shoulders and face, and unless your senses and your body really want to wake up. The longer days and more sun exposure it exposes what is left more or less hidden during long months ... and see the dull detail, not just forms and tonic fat pads put your sadness!
I Hate Spring front of the mirror. I do not know why but the eye is more ruthless in this period than at any other time of year. Have you ever? Pull out the first warm with that head lighter than last year, in September, I was so good, but now makes you a barrel! And the rolls, which seemed almost disappeared in August 2009 (I said seemed to), now that there are popping everywhere.
Well, certainly on of tanning, swimming in the sea of \u200b\u200b(you know, the salt dries and smooths the skin), and perhaps even on our most benevolent eye of the summer months.
And then let's face it: the "half season" is just a scab! We do not know how to dress, and do not tell me that you should dress "Onion"! I'll try, but just a few layers of onion after ... things are difficult to match, and stains under the arms as soon as the sun comes out. As I have often said, blessed with the closet black women, that those who dress almost exclusively in black and have no problem pairing: Black goes with everything, all is fine and much slimmer. A panacea.

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