Friday, March 25, 2011

Jcpenney Eyebrow Removing

In my head A regular guy? Becoming

My building has four floors and four doors for the plant and not know my neighbors. I do not care, is reciprocal, they do not know me. When they see I'm on the porch waiting for the elevator, the door to conceal not agree with me. Most of the time I go alone, but others share the ride with strangers instead of waving, guttural sounds and does not raise the look of your shoes. I think what they do is pray that is not spoiled. But who cares about their neighbors? I am educated, I say hello and goodbye! while I drool, but they did not answer. And their lives do not know better, or their names.

social life and I'm not in the neighborhood do not know anyone. I count on the fingers of one hand those who greeted me. Four people, but do not speak for me is normal. Talk? Why?. When I walk the half-deserted streets, as well as at dusk, people change their sidewalk. And I wonder why, I wonder if you have something to do with the fact that measures a ninety always go naked from the waist up hiding my strong abdominal fat between my hundred and fifty kilos. I wonder if they will be intimidated by the black hair that I always over his face to hide the scars or the plastic ax I always have on hand. I do not think it is for So surely be tattoos, people do tend to like the tatoos. Yes, it must be that.

The supermarket security guard always tells me looking like that I can not go, people are scared. But the doctor tells me that all is well and do not stop taking the medication. Of course if you do not want that after so much effort to get people to think I'm a normal guy.

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