Apricot. Every time someone asks me to think of a nice word the first thing that comes to mind is apricot. Then I think of many more, of course, and look beautiful in themselves, regardless of its meaning. There are people who when asked by a nice word becomes transcendent and begins to drop words by looking at its meaning. That I have not ever understood. If words are beautiful in themselves, sometimes for their sound, by the way, by the feelings it conveys its pronunciation ... They ask me to think of a nice word and I shot. In contrast with the numbers blocked me. There is no way that you'll see beautiful or ugly. For me, numbers are numbers and that's it. Every year when to buy Christmas lottery mounted a stunning chickens to choose the number, but is that people are discussing and all because the number that everyone always thinks it offers "the most beautiful." And every year, when I ask if there is a number that I like particularly, I shrug my shoulders. I do not care, which to me are only numbers. Ya, I guess I'm of letters. So either I have never understood people who get excited when you start a year with certain figure. For me the years are not good or bad depending on the numbers they bear, but how to go. Clear that as the years there may be driven like melons have to wait out for balance. It just, for example, 2010, I have not liked anything so I'm looking to finish, and I think, although I have a memory of fish, I'll remember forever as one year without another dark gray black. JB year found that the administration has its reasons which reason (or anyone) do not understand. The year the rain took a pulse on the roof of the house and won (JODI), and decided to conquer ceilings and walls very dense mold populating a nice dark green color and a foul odor, so we had to head off home summer and change the roof enterito also throwing furniture, clothes and other things that we did not think us evolved in long. The year that I had months neurologist experienced in my own person all the tests that House tortures his patients (less than lumbar puncture, and thank goodness, because I have said it hurts material, and some other things of which also I escaped) in pursuit of threatening and devastating brain tumor that I had prediagnosticado and fortunately did not appear, much to my delight and dismay of doctors. The year brought more sorrow, but I'm not going to have to not put me sad. Of course, the year has had good things but as I think of any, better run a veil and organize a party to celebrate that finally ends. Next year will see how it has behaved 2111. Have fun and enjoy the holidays.
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