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Necrotizing Impecune

(De in- ² and lat. Pecuniary , money).

1. adj. Having no money, goods, etc. .

Yesterday Carl and I were having breakfast in my house. Cari commented his troubles last summer due to the noise of the Roma in the park until the wee hours of the morning, blowing through the windows and not let him sleep.

"I talked to my neighbors Gypsies and explained the situation very easy going, and I swore and swearing that they would stop the joke, but that was . Since late summer I realized that there were two clans , and I just talked to a . Damn -aloud reflect this is like: "Ethnography of the stairs" ...

- Ethnography of the ladder ! Like, I write it down. I will call it to the category of "neighbors" Everyday!

book I picked up the desktop to point, and when opened I saw one of the words I've taken recently, and wanted to share with her:

- Impecune! Exclaimed without further explanation, aunt Hit or Miss? "Hit or Miss?!

- Yeah, nice! Cari exclaimed emphatically in response to my question.

After a break of only half a second, Cari and I said exactly the same time:

Cari: What exists?

Me: And there!

- But Aunt! "I amazement 's see, why? Why would say that either?! But is that the two ...

"Well," added Carl- for matches disbelief, that of The necrotizing with Luis, do you remember?

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In August 2009 published a post titled "soaps" , which basically told how he had decided to stop buying shower gel to end my gifted and soap stocks listed hotels. He had been six long months to do so, despite the small sacrifice I supposed, the reason that so many soaps have distributed clothes drawers in my house was certainly much prefer to use gel for the shower to the hands. But I had taken a decision and I would not pay to undo the last serrano soap on my body! In the post said to have felt for another six months at least ... time proved that I was short, l subject of soap lasted until last September, a total of eighteen months pulling soaps had! Not bad, eh? ...

And what is this? -You may be wondering more than impertinent. Well, there are some stories I've encountered in everyday life, that I have remained "inconclusive", and I thought devote an entry to update the regular readers, especially since the entry I published at the time promised to "continue to report."

is the case of a post I published this past October, which told how he had met at last the owner of the bike mate of mine. After a brief exchange of words after which each had drawn our side and on my way home, I came a hypothesis that seemed plausible, and I decided to compare: Was it the mother of twin bike English teacher like me? Nearly four months later here I'm to keep my word: A few days after writing that post I went to see Beatrice as it is called the mother of the twin-descandando your bike. I approached her to question her about it, and he confirmed that indeed language teacher at EOI -up there as I suspected - Buuut, is a teacher of French, not English . Still, I scored a point for my detective skills, and no one dares to put into question.

And I use the same photo for the third time! I can ...

For the last final we will not have to go back much, since it refers to a couple of entries ago. In the last paragraph of the post posed the following questions: " this post or not receive an overwhelming number of visits to contain the" top ten "of keywords access? "ousted by the bloody end to" cockroaches "? Here, as in the post of the bike promised to continue to report. For I must inform you that after several days of observation I gave to the evidence, by some logic Googlers that I will strive to unravel, seekers are landing on original entries, and none in that. With which, unfortunately, cockroaches are to stay Everyday, it seems that I have to wring more mind if I beat her ...

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The poster

Do you remember my computer neighbor, that neighbor to whom you had I saw from my window at all hours, sitting at my computer? Then there is the poor, the only thing that has changed is his nickname.

When Federico was here visiting last November, asked me to put the day in the life of the building he lived at home a couple of months, so I was aware of the troubles neighborhood. When finished reviewing the evolution of characters that he already knew (the German , renamed the local French- Jorge ...) I opened the curtains of the room as if it were a curtain : "And here I present the new signing. Do you see the poster that have been building in front? It's like a still image, it is always sitting there all the time: the right hand grabbing the mouse, left on her lap ... " Without realizing it had just re-christen the neighbor's computer, and that Frederick, on the days he was at home, did not refer to him only as " The poster ".

Why go back to get it up? Because yesterday giving me around the net I found this GIF, basically tracing what is life I guess my neighbor. At least now I am so sad because I realize you're not alone, but a further specimen of what appears to be a great urban tribe (interior).