Dear Santa Claus,
but to correct institutional address this letter to Jesus child who is sympathetic to me, the God of the Jews who inspires me concreteness and that of Muslims who, in my opinion, it is best to keep it good.
I address you, dear friends, my prayers. No, I did not write "my prayers" because you would have all mischievous smile. I know.
First, I want it to be inventing a pill that is really useful for weight loss. But I say. They also invented a pill to change the flavor of that thing which "makes the foam but not a soap" and want to tell me that you can not make me get off of some chemically size? In short, end hunger, not the world but mine.
Then I want to graduate. Uh, yes, graduation, good, good to hold and not being a dick, because then I'll probably do anything to be able to maintain.
Uh, well that's what I want: someone who will keep me . But in style. Breakfast in bed and books a go go, go without having a financial plan before and have a laptop that is truly portable. What forbidden dreams.
I would then avoid all those people that I will inevitably be disappointments. In truth, probably the elements to interpret them as I would have already retired assholes always immediately. Here, I want a inner light anti-asshole , which comes on as soon as my unconscious to certify the presence of at least three elements "stronzificanti" in the above cases.
Finally I want peace, yes. In my family, my life and in my head. Or, if you just can not wrap a couple of kilos of peace, would be good also a good anxiolytic.
With loving affection,
your Rod.
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