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the daily annoyances of my captivity

1. this child! Wow, you can not talk to them and they can not kill it. I now know why I play the "favorite" with the drooling stinking Mädl because they simply can not fürn hollow head. The others are even stupid nuts, but I can give them to push the buck because they know very well what they're doing. I always ask myself, how cruel and nasty can be.
   
   I was really patient and I sometimes went away just when they have annoyed me really strong. But since they have dared yesterday to open my door to the room - which is not the way to lock from the inside - with me pulled out of patience. I'd prefer all thrown into the cesspool next to the house.
   
2. these cesspools, if we are on the subject. ... Yeah, I know, poor country and so on ... and I have made focus on everything before I came here. But if you grade me sick is because you stink boring life here so appear more then just a lack of smell of feces, of up to despair brings.
   
3. After bringing a busy and yet meaningless days behind, you actually, only in bed and wants to close his eyes. Unfortunately, close my door five washing machines that appear to have been filmed before. In continuous spin they make the urine-soaked bedding clean and children back to my nightly attempts to find peace, niece.
   
   One can not suppress the eye if this stupid chatter constantly washing machines, whir, spin, jump, suck water, rinse, turn ... and the devil knows what else.
   Even more so is my bed is too small. So that I can choose whether I prefer mitn head, or drink with your feet on the edges. So I lie every night somehow wrong inside and feel angry about the clean laundry.
   
4. (but only the lesser evil) After a night of drinking, one looks forward to a strong coffee. Now we must choose where might eat you prefer - the old boxes, which tells like a waterfall over 100 years of living history and you give a single word to be heard - in addition, it is able to allow you to always feel bad for the beautiful life of leisure that can be led home allowed.
   
   Or you eat with your children, and then sit in the stinking little hollow chin, which you drooling in his food
   
   ... So he prefers the old box. I put on my cross debile smile and eat my breakfast. Meanwhile, she says again about something that excites and finally ends in fury. Finally, there then on it nor any of its findings of Life (The Sahnehäupchen so to speak): "The most important thing is to put themselves on the 2nd place!" (This seems to me, but unfortunately only one thought: "Ursi, get your feet in the hand and save your own ass!" - Of course you feel then guilty and bad ... Shame on me)
   yet to come, the old musty smell in her room, and their small 10 birds chirping and squeaking in a tour (I hate the way birds!)
   
5. After breakfast, enjoy a short trip The official working hours! 8:30 to 12:00 is played with the autistic girlfriend 'and with the groundhog. Well, with the autistic girl can not really not do much. I also have no idea what. Why is fear of customizable, ear-deafening and nerve-racking traditional Romanian music from the radio that she does seem happy. The marmot is drawing contrast with busy. This proves to be ever-changing battle: the feet sometimes grow from the head of the poor stick figure and the eyes are as big as soup plates. But okay, the marmot like it ...
   
6. When we finally managed to "break" has, you just want to see any nasty little faces of these masks. Unfortunately, I'm probably still as interesting as the first day - why, I usually see two children when eating. See you in my window from the garden, as I read.
   3 or 4 children in the audience then as the plaster teeth ... or blow-dry your hair, or put shoes on ... God, they are really everywhere ... * * Ggggrrr
   Showers and go to the bathroom-I had the God-is-still alone, thanks!
   
7. and finally annoys me the Wednesday with his donuts. It is sooo hard to say no. Meet me dirty looks from the cooks, if I do not eat.
   
   God, there really ANY Wednesday of the damn year donuts. I can still throw up genuine and then I eat a ... and one is in contrast to the other really little. The people cram into a 5-piece suddenly ... to org!
   
8. just yet: to go to church on Sundays (where I was last week not and will not go today)
   
9. the heated too much space, the smell of all children.
   
10. and worst still is: the boredom that fills my life!

so gesudert enough! still good Sunday!