Kathy Van Zeeland Diap

Happy New Year Merry Christmas

caro2008,
I write but do not know if I ever read: after six abstraction, a human convention as all the scans of the calendar. then you call it that because a long time ago Monaco missed the bill, but on the other hand the names we humans also do a little 'mess, do not choose them but we bring them to life on the rump. In short, I am writing as responsible for the last twelve months, I have to tell you some things, fast, fast because I will not steal precious time (what little you have left) menate similar to the other billions of people like me.
... And so another year is gone ... the end of 2008 is upon us, and like every year I'm thinking a year that is, surprises, good and bad that in Serbia, which is blurring the year, for after Christmas comes New Year's Eve, and these days are already starting to feel the atmosphere of change, the roads teeming with cars and streets full of people who, like so many ants to proceed slowly and evenly, trying to grab a slice of sidewalk to see more in that window where maybe, who knows, they will find the ultimate gift ...
The meaning of Christmas, perhaps the deepest it has never changed, the essence itself is always there, buried under the gifts, despite the high cost of living, are always plentiful under the tree .... the essence Christmas is perhaps in the balls colored hanging from the branches evergreen fir tree, in that shooting star that is one of Western symbols of Christmas, the smoking chimneys, reminiscent of that seen from a distance as the chimneys of our grandparents and great grandparents of those urban and rural landscapes dominated in equal way from the fog of December. It is almost to be optimistic, thinking that even the most advanced technology has replaced most authentic and genuine things of Christmas, or if it is successful, it has succeeded only in part ...
Christmas last party before the New Year, before dinner, to celebrate and even before we get to the 25 already on 31 December, as if Christmas was the last course before dessert ... This

2008 was For me the turning point, a shift that was already announced in 2007. A turning point was the result of a crescendo of themes and challenges, interiors, with clubs and outstretched hands of so much confidence, but not always in myself. Thanks to my friends, some of them new, and how lucky to have met them! Besides the usual baggage of personal troubles, my dear 2008. have seen fit to add a 'surprise' welcome, or maybe not.

And then, dear years, right now you're running out the door with you all that bad but there was also the one who will say, the small 2009, to watch over the good things that happened.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

My Dog Has Patches Of Dry Flaking Skin

E 'when it's dark ... that men see the stars ...


would start with a nice MERRY CHRISTMAS!
I say start because I am afraid I have much to write ... but they are all coming out now, I bounce from one corner of the brain without peace and ... boom! Enough! Will be the effect of champagne (which I drink even if it sucks just to please the Father ...) for dinner and lunch hours today, the mega binge, the panettone ... AAAAHHHH! Maybe it's the novelty that runs through my veins giving me so much euphoria ... this new force that can not wait to forcefully take my control ... It is this serene breeze and peaceful, so full of hope and expectation, that is December 25 when you take away the lights, gifts, mega gobble .... It '... a mixture of things of things I want at all costs, ones that Christmas can bump in your face ... I mean really important ones, the ones that want to come back when you see all your friends around a table, when everyone on the street makes you good wishes, smiles, when someone shows his love or in the background when your thoughts go to those sweet Christmas songs ... I had dimenicata of Christmas ... I had forgotten his magic, the same I had as a child, that she wanted all year ... Here: if it is indeed this day made me feel so good, I would turn it into a continuous from this experience ... I wish it were Christmas every day, every moment, every moment ... And most of all I would like a long time, and I would like to wish everyone, time for life ... I know that my doubts are always me, my fears, my little drama ... I hear them ... But today I thought about it less, so that my eyes were really smiling ... as if they were back to hope again after so long ... I am tired of feeling remorse, repentance, holed up in myself every time ... not be approached by anyone is not exactly the best way to avoid being wounded every time we meet new people as a surprised look at the dazzling diamond gloss ... but after a few days are people, acquaintances, friends, who can hurt us, disappoint us (pretend) ... escape from them is only one way to avoid the issue, not solve it: we just stay there quiet, let it go, throw down the toad .... and wait for our reward ... At best, if you lack the strength and courage, We can not think about it .... laughing for hours for a monk seal festively decorated !!!!!!

Tonsillitis And Exercise

Is The Cervix Soft And Low During Period

the fear of disappointing ...

in a moment of rest 'forced' back on my blog, my outlet.
return to write about me, my fears, uncertainties and contradictions of my daily life, in short.

This time I am afraid to disappoint and be disappointed.
If there is one thing that hurts me more than any other, is senitrmi say, by someone whom I admire, respect and love to have him disappointed. So this time

lot not only with anxiety and with my (im) preparation, but also with many fears.

Paturnie nn so if you are just mentally, but ... oh well better get back to studying the prox

The Best Teasing Hairspray

if the finger points to the sky, the fool looks at the finger ...

and that's fine ... I'm a bugiarda.Ultimamente I continued to write and say stupid things at stupid things ... the fact is sometimes used to convince car ... But no No, not so va.E I realized last night, and today I am fully aware sa.Ora it ... A person with a more tempered in my mind, like a tree with strong roots, not be bent by rain, snow, wind ... but neither do I on my nerves lately, I do anger, because I can not say what I think and the few things I say are quickly silenced by a "And I thought, who the hell you're stupid !"... And I am silent then, my head is bene.Ma ferma.Ed not get to a final point: I was born maybe wrong, I admit, but the more I grow and the more I realize that I am the only one who really know me ... I'm tired of making others understand what they are, or be stupid just because I love the jokes are rather less dramatic than pity people who even then you are ascolta.Oggi was good after I do not know how long, and I was with my parents ... yeah right A show them ... because I got up with the fog, the white haze and smoky, but take the highway, past Serravalle, the sun appeared dissolving the clouds and leaving a clear blue sky incredibly .. We spent a beautiful day at the beach and after lunch we got on a bench in the sun on the beach ... A warm sun, the winter, which has warmed the weary bones of the freezing cold and softened the hearts of a sudden ... I got up, I took two steps on the pier: There was a lot of people, families, couples, children ... even the first daring to surf (brrr. ...) and I walked among them, absorbed in the coat and again with the scarf around your neck ... It was I there among them, voices, screams, many bla-bla, and the waves ... then this is the Father " wait, where are you going alone?" ... Here I realized: I do not try this ... no one here ever says "wait" or "I'll go with you" ... Maybe I trimmed a ah go there? Then tomorrow "Shit ... that sucks! Dover always answerable to all: on the one hand there are those who are angry because you are away, there's always hope to find you in a good mood ... I of course look down and see only my shoes ... never a time there was a smiling little face popped out from nowhere ... A Quarrata is fog, it is terrible, back to 6 from the sea and not see anything ... it's incredible, it seems if a Film.com clouds dark had descended low rates covering all light, all signs of life ... get to the daily overwhelming that for some time makes me want to run away ... even the sea would be enough ... In the mist, even the glasses are enough for me ... I have to go groping ... I prefer the sunlight, which also warms my ...
Let's face it: to be there when you need are all good (even the worst pillow or towel dry the tears ...)... Who really matters to you is always there to cheer, to exult, just as there are problems: knows that after the plant is never peaceful, and the worst is just what ... If you stay only after the mourning is tremendous: you are now on so confused that you do not even realize, is that after you look at the empty place inside you, and there you need a help ... I do not find it here: singing yelling stuff anguished by Tiziano Ferro makes me cry, do not laugh ; stand for hours listening to phone calls with the boyfriend, to hear stories about every little fucked up life as a couple, or to compete over who has the most gifted man leads me to perhaps open the door and throw me on the highway! And thing is that I am also asked why I'm quiet ... but fuck it takes? Yeah ... the better it is when you try because they need: to spend hours to give the best advice is (those of a true friend! ), putting aside the study and every problem .. and then that if fuck it, even says he hates to be pitied!
E 'the beginning of the end, I only know what ...
Meanwhile time passes, and waits for something more ... but it does not bear anything but we'll do ... time sheet only day one after the other .... at least we have left to say (and hope) "Tomorrow is another day ..."

Broil Steak Striploin

lost little soul and gentle, companion and guest of the body ...

there are areas in my life remains similar to the rooms of a building too large, that an owner deprived of waiver to occupy the entire ... If life was just one day, sunrise to sunset, I'm afraid that I would have thrown away many lives now, worse than the cats ... All those days spent staring at my shadow, to count the steps at the station to respond with a simple gesture of the head, to feel guilty and alone in front of the mirror, to live with every new indifference Every party, every smile ... Now empty, having been chasing the wind, which took away all hope, all expectations, leaving in place only frost and nostalgia ... It was as if I had a score to settle, like in the movies when the ghost can not leave until it has been resolved ... I have FATTO.Non I saw, not felt, but always felt in my throat the Gordian knot of all remorse, sense of guilt, because every, every, "and if "... I knew that, though the Negassi, inside me it was not over: I knew / feared / hoped that the story would have surfaced sooner or later, I was still involved ... But I definitely would have even killed, by deleting the minimum estimate that I had of myself and my abilities ... There was the pending account: no one could see, even I, but the suffering I had inflicted real stupid ... And only in my dreams I still believed that everything would be spent alone ... The dream of reason produces monsters ... I woke up, and just one message: the node has melted, exploded violently, smashing my anger, my disappointment, my wounded pride ....
Now the head does not weigh more on the shoulders, I can walk proud and firm: no I feel more at ease, I fear surprise encounter, umilianti.Posso stay calm and satisfied smiles on the couch, drinking hot Ciobar, waiting in front of the fire that 's winter steps ...
Blogs I returned, as promised ... and today I took 29 to anatomy II !!!... Au revoir ...

Age Of Empires Expansion Trial Rise Of Rome

Cast a cold eye on life, morte.Cavaliere, go your way ...

E 'the epitaph on the tomb of Yeats ... And frankly, right now, it is also one of my blog ...
not fair cabbage (I hold) was created for other reasons, his post showed the people the real me, what I really am, what I experienced during this period (since he was born that is) .. . The last things I wrote, however, are also distressing to me: if the father is not angry crashing the computer to the wall every time I reread them ... And I do not want him, the blog, is forced to bear this burden, to hide in if my whining, my sorrows, without being able to listen or respond consolare.Quindi ... I decided as long as things remain like that and my soul is driven only by horses blacks (sorry Phaedrus, white ones do not have made) him and nobody else will know more than me (because there really is not much to know ...). I feel sad, that's all ... and certainly not from me ... I'll leave hours dear blog, but think to you every now and then, when I ran happy to tell all, or if instead I ended up crying on the keyboard, always finding the good or evil smile ... You were a friend, my weapon of steel to take on the world blog ... Hello, I hope to return soon ...

Does Coconut Oil Smell Like Coconut

bon voyage bon voyage ....

Some people go away with the wind
not only from
who leaves with the slow pace of a dream
was chartered.

Some people start to leave in the evening
less
who pulls on a hope full
jumping over a train.

Some stars
promises to give herself a little 'help others look in vain
lies the most beautiful phrases that

greetings that are always the same. Make a good trip


make good my love life's journey
until there is a road and go
is not over. Make a good trip my sky

in the passage of each day is
a meeting is a round or a goodbye
return.

Some people take the path from the back so you do not see people

who sets off to head back to
not forget anything.

Some
goes without saying a word to make sense of all
there who knows whose turn it touches
then throws a party in mourning

There are those who give their hands to stay still

who has already worth
stay away and then you start
and it will not tomorrow. Make a good trip


make good my love life's journey
until there is a road and go
is never finished. Make my dream a good trip

in the mirage of every day is a
meeting will be a farewell
a round or a return.

But life is such a tough job
without leave is a dark hours without pay without

weather of all time and a future of
why.

live is always going on unabated every moment breath without

past and what is at stake
is that there is another answer when we ask if

we existed for real.

Make a good trip you make good

journey of life until there is a road and go
is never over. Make a good trip

my heart in the courage of everyday
if a meeting is already a farewell
a round is already a return
there is a whole life around us.

Side Effects Coconut Oil

When I'm short, and right now is my choice, I trust
this blog ....
without knowledge of the facts I'm writing just to vent a little nervous, placing letters one after the other paragraphs that make sense o. .. that way you acquire on their own.

the only sensible thing I write is: a good trip, hello

Track And Field Clothes

in the sense ... if you have to dream as well do it in great !!...

My feet are wet and cold, and this is a matter of fatto.Come my hair is horribly upset, sore muscles to the gym all the nails bitten again ... just decided to put away Le Superga (at least when it rains), the crown plate a minimum, to complete the grueling sessions with the dynamic stretching, to buy bitter nail polish ...
stanca.Stanotte And then I have not slept a wink ... I kept staring at the ceiling in silence, only the street light illuminated the black at times somber, describing disturbing shadows on the walls of a myopic eye as my templates appear as dark and menacing ... the brief hours of sleep have been disrupted by coughing, as if his throat prudesse from cramps, by anonymous dreams and aseptic ... It may be that between a nuisance and the other is thinking, but I do not remember a thing ... maybe the way I want ritingere room, how to find the money for those jeans that I saw, for anatomy ... or perhaps something I spaventa.Non I can get out of it, continues to make me cry, even after several months ... sometimes I feel fucking stupid, but really ... I end to fall and I fear it is the weekend to put it in crisis .. . What a disgusting word, then the odio.Ora which is on everyone's lips: from all sides are not that propinano catastrophic visions of the future, as if the only way out was a nice overall apoptosis, and spit on each other mercilessly, without offering acceptable solutions ... I like the feeling of being out of a closed stanzaccia and oppressive, shrouded in a toxic, foul-smelling smoke that has been soaked in the hair even after many washings ... Of course, like when you go to the disco: maybe go out, you seem normal, but if the day after you smell that bitterness is still there to remember last night ... What makes you isolate how much you cherish most, bringing you to cry in the shower, car, or with his face sunk in the pillow ... In the end you know it's not your fault, but you know better, you feel humiliated, as if I will finally open your guts and those were not liked, even had someone ... Maybe I'm disgusted as oil novo, only the connoisseur recognizes and apprezza.Un child is disgusted by his bitter and tangy taste from that dark green and opaque and transparent ... prefer the tasteless salad oil old ... who is not content but the taste more than once, in small quantities ... and knows how to tell you comes from olives which, when it was crushed if it is really virgin, where he was kept ... and ends up falling in love, to put it everywhere: on the rigatoni, on beans on toasted ... (on the buzz, like me!)
At least now I see myself in future .. . I will be oil! ! least Gildo grandfather will be proud of me ...

Drysol How Fast Does It Work

24 years and a dream ...




Twenty-four years and a dream since childhood, to spend his life with a pen in hand, as a journalist , shall promptly with my pen in hand to convey the emotions of the protagonists in the front row.
Twenty-four years, however, is thought to the possibility that that dream remains a dream. Just look at what the world of journalism is full of pitfalls for us especially the young, poorly paid employment contracts, promises to be a sailor, and pushing recommendations for those who do not deserve it. Collaborate with the heads since I was seventeen and in the years I've had many satisfactions, emotions that only those who receive it can understand, read your name at the beginning or end of an article for those who aspire to my job is a unique sensation . Often, however, is difficult because the momentary illusion that name aspects that can give you the contract for a lifetime.
The print is in crisis because of the internet and the many newspapers that are born on the web every day and be able to rip a trainee contract is almost impossible, but some people like me continue to try every day with all the determination that requires my job, I have no great pretensions, but I want to reach the maximum for me, give my best, managing to accomplish as a woman in a male dominated world and as a journalist, because I feel that, although they are not already for newspapers I always feel like a reporter, with ups and downs and that paranoia out there, but this does not change the fact that I would not write myself.
For me, journalism is not made according to a letter cold logic, but it's a passion, because without it I think you can not write, I'll have to change in this, I have to stop to see my way with so much sentimentality, but put me in the head really how things go in this field. At times taken by the thoughts I have thought about quitting after one second, but then I realized that I could never take such a decision, write to me is like the first ball given to a child and that is no small thing. I do not have a great esteem, but I am aware of my abilities and my limitations that I fight every day to overcome, I know I can do it in spite of everything because I want to dream is really my destiny.
I fear for the future and the possibility of scontrami with reality, but I'm not afraid to face disappointment in his face or behind closed doors, even some episodes make me even stronger and more determined in my path, I will not give up but to continue my passion always trying to make the best of every opportunity to prove that I can reach the station called the press room and for many it is only an insignificant part, but for me it's everything I want from life in the workplace.
With heart, determination and ambition are sure to have a chance and even if it was really only worth it to keep believing.
If I can not in my way I'll still forever be a journalist, because that's how I feel, because that is how I am and always have been.

Today is a lucky one. I have a contract, albeit with precarious, that, despite the difficulties, I can make money and at the same time to complete my studies. But I miss the way, the muddy shoes, the news sought, pursued and found the fatigue of a day of travel in search of yet another scoop. I realize, though, that I can not complain about what I would be like biting the hand that I'm eating and I would not do it for the world because the job than those who believed in me and giving me this opportunity. But I must tight. I do not feel satisfied, at least right now, from this work.
And then I just have to brush up on my passion, at least on this blog, this little corner of the web of my own and does nothing if no one will read.

Recipe 7 Seas Creamy Italian

and voila ...

Viola, light of my life, fire of my lombi.Mio sin mia.Vi soul-o-la: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the denti.Vi-o-la.
was Vio Vio just the morning, standing on its feet 68 with a sock in solo.Era Lola pantaloncini.Era Ugo at school and for goodness amici.Era Viola on the dotted line documenti.Ma in my arms Viola was always ...
I know ... no Lolita (maybe it's almost better eh ...) Nabokov did not speak to me in his book ... and I certainly was not the actress starred in Kubrick ... but so my aquarium be playing tricks on me: we are all poets and dreamers, hopeless romantics waiting for the perfect half and, while we're at, great kisser! (the idiot that says the mail is running!) and 'normal so that sometimes we play as great heroines of the past (or whores) strong women daring, the Valkyries of modern times ... I do not want to be a Panzona who rides a horse bareback half naked holding a bow and arrow, but I confess that, perhaps for too much television, I'm wondering more and more lately that I want to be a woman ... I'm not only anxious to see me in 10 years ... I'm just afraid to know! On Saturday I was told that the Viola and Viola, which has always ... who are so from elementary, by medium, and I do not know if this is good or bad ... because if I continue to be as I am (ie 10 years ????) I enlisted in the army or among the Red Cross, or a Mexican guerrilla leader, in Tibet, to fight for one of the many tribes in Africa or India, I would be stupid ambassador of my country somewhere, I would put up a center for orphans in Brazil or a small house for the rest pretty expensive ... I just hope, however, Vecchini be a doctor first, called Viola .. basta.Se point and then Alberto (daddy) will prevent me from killing myself in a remote corner of the universe will, however, the madcap in the maze of Italian hospitals, with a white coat to motos instead of boots and a shirt! Seriously .. apart ... I really think! In those 15 minutes by road to and from the station, anything goes in my mind: maybe just a CD, or a phrase on the radio to enchant me as un'ebete (not invest eh no ...) And I think, think, think ... like when I run or walk, or do your abs in the gym dead on the mat, or in the evening on television in his pajamas on the couch, under the hot shower, when I study or apparatus ... I always wonder if one day I will change ... if I succeed in spite of everything not to be embarrassed, confused, afraid, if I stop blushing like a child whenever he speaks to me, to shut up if I ask a question. .. if I can find a way to really see how, without jokes and raw, grow and make my way in life ... to be one of the women of my dreams ... I will always be up to Sabrina and Holly, the carefree Haudrey scioccarella and child ... that at the end, however, always has its "happy and happy "...

Format For A Letter Of Interest For A Sorority

and we want?

as it takes? Now you want us! ... Next Saputelli of the world unite! Repeat this tongue twister three times .... I'm getting too Flesca these days! Ah ah ah ah!

• at this time the Chief of police in there!
• the well of the washed pezze.Andò crazy crazy crazy crazy and threw the pieces into the pit with all the fools!
• dear count, so who do you sing, sing positive spell that!
• went to Lyon picking cotton, picking cotton came back running!
• sciogligrovigli nursery rhyme, we get caught with your tongue, but then the sgrovigli you, but do not you raise it!
• nell'anfratto the cave thirty petty cat scratch
• a rare frog on the black sand wandered one evening, a rare frog on white sand
• wandered a little tired and could miss as ... Three tigers against three tigers!

remember that small, I and my friends, we literally throttled for those of us was more good: and tigers were the bloodiest battlefield in the end! But forget how that poor goat cracked however, above and under that stupid bench ... or the poor Apelles, Apollo's son, forced to make that crappy ball with the chicken skin (for fish jerks who were attached to the surface to see ...)?? All ste 'small bullshit I go back to memory these days, because my sister had to do exercises exercises on Italian alliteration etc. .... and I found a site sfilarata a tongue twister of a mountain bellini !!... The beauty is all things that are stupid, but I get angry and we still had fun as 6 years ...!!
Perhaps it is because of these little find that I am recovering from the blow on the head ... Let's just say I do everything to keep me busy, even with such nonsense ... hehe! Sunday for example, was there with my Vecchini of Quarrata: first to put ... then doing the race in a wheelchair! Those are finished early because they told me it was very decent (I was wearing the uniform of croix rouge) ... but at least now Roberto, and Licia Nicolino look at that thing with a smile !!.... Then what to say. .. yes, the gym! Damn I'm staring at us too ... I found a way to vent my anger and my boredom on something that is not someone !!...
tristis And not least I'm doing pretty well for anatomy ... applause please!
I broke just wait who knows, let me take punches from all around me ... if I have to be a black eye playing rugby for a male (cock)! The I know that I live on a swing, my life is a continuous yes / no, yes! / Ugh, yes / no hours ... I get lost so often, but then I left the meeting and the trickle libirinto (sometimes with a little help is true ...)... And everything seems so new ... but I look forward to schiantarmici! time, great doctor, always provides ....

Does A D&c Make You Fertile

3:10:08

I do not have to write a very vulgar
few days ago I made a few posts, but then I have not published

:-( but a phrase, for everything there:

Solitude, peace and meditation are the only way to understand who you are and what they want from life
Anthony De Mello


few weekends ago a street artist gave me a piece of paper with this sentence ... and I still have the I ask: but it had to happen to me is ?!?!!?!?!?!?!? phrase

Instruction After Cervical Polyp Removal

affect mens in corpore sano

that strategic mega balls! Classes started again two days ago and already regret the idleness or home ... Sardinia ... and its mega breakfast (photo on side)! I want the days spent together at sea, or fuck a nice view on that ... yes those were the days, no worries, no break ... But now hangs in my sick mind a range of fucking confused and malignant thoughts (strano. ..), I feel strange and I do not know what ... I've got thinking, has nothing to do even the bad autumn ... has dissolved the aspirin! ... It 's like I want to do something and there I could, but ... I do not know what! I mean .... I'm bored .... to study but I do not feel inspired (and the results of last month the show ...); but when I go to the gym is always the same, so I go out ... stimulus but can not find anything ... I'm not depressed, it just seems that I got up one morning and found everything different from what I had left ... and now I can no longer be comfortable with my surroundings And the bad thing is ... I hear it in TUTTO.All 'universities I'm there in those uncomfortable benches and dizzy to look around me all seem foreign, distant and menacing, all fighting each other for a better grade, all false Bravin and perfect ... and stupid ... I'm just there and I do not understand a damn what they explain, or rather I do not care ... my mind flies, just as soon as the lights went back on again ... and I feel stupid ... "Esco "with my friends and spend the evening wondering who made me do: I dress all cute perky (..?..), are almost coming up ... and then just stand there in the corner trying to figure out discourses that do not concern me, people who do not know or I slam, only to find (if I will do) at midnight, after some smile and compassionate embrace that I had to know so much sop ... I come home and I'm almost always feel better ... I mean I put there, as the new girl just arrived, timid and clumsy, who never know what to say , which always feels more, that nobody understands ... The problem is that we are now in the corner cobwebs, and spiders make me sick ... How can I make myself sick, I do not know and I despise myself ... Right now I do not turn the ball over even worse ... ... I feel apathetic, nothing upsets me, nothing interests me ... I'm indifferent to the world and myself ... no call .. . Every time I watch, stunned, as if before a film that goes in slow motion, in which the faces are blurred and muted words, the non-existent ... most annoying noise .... And what is tearing me apart that only recently the computer sees it in me ... I feel something different, something's wrong ... I want to be alone, away from it all ... but then I I would only hurt more, I know ... Well, you see ... one day find myself my own place, I feel calm and happy in my corner, strong and aggressive as I would like ... but you will see exactly ....

Lab Values In Cellulitis

pain Autumn ....

not believe it, but there ... unlike the great-grandfather (well known for centuries) pox (or Italian), this does not hide no sin, no offense, does not even require a shameful silence nor is attached and is fatal ... they have in common only the fact that creep suddenly the victim, except where this may make what happened (and regret it in a case !)... Many virologists speak ill of this autumn as a modern disease, attributed to a virus not yet identified. .. In reality, its effects are not only aches and flu season change: from infected individuals, before the bones, then the respiratory system, gets to the heart, nervous system ... and then stops breathing. .. Fortunately, only a few confirmed cases have led to this tragic outcome, usually occurs in milder forms ....
sole.Dopo lunch yesterday lacked the white cotton clouds are made of gray and swollen, also clear the smaller strip of sky blue ... I went with my mother for a ride in the streets ... streams of people to the ice cream parlor, shops open ... Finally at home on the couch, enjoying peace in the pain throat and cold ... I'm alone for dinner: a few bite of pizza, then I take the leash with her ... needless to say, "come" means just happy to see him go to the gate ... I go out with Telma .. . ... desert at that hour is all we move along the river, there is no one ... "you can do without a leash ... I looked at her: that damn leg will never heal, will limp along until the last day ... but she does not mind ... girottola happy with me, as not even feel the weight of years ... When I go back to the tee in hot, with the unnecessary leash in your hands: I spy explore every bush, every bench, in search of smell, his private pleasures ... 100 meters, not more, and out of breath ... "I do not watch it, come on, you should walk a bit "... I go up, you by my side: Do not take it anymore, I know, but it is not coming back, standing there with his tongue out to hear what I say, or simply the sound of my footsteps, my breath ... I do not run like before, do not jump, can not walk safely and shipped, and yet comes forward slowly, draws almost as if before a jury, next to me ...
watched the slow flow of the river, and then the street lights on the asphalt ... and I felt I had the sore autumn. For some time I had visited the mysterious illness, but I thought they were temporary and fleeting .... do not really have to build a nest to the owner, who would come to me as soon as possible to repair only the first cold ... last night I realized that there was: no sound, no warning ... It was settled, with the intent to stay for quite a while ... I walked with Telma: tired and my breathing was labored as her, aching legs wanted to stop for a while, but both knew that they would stand very still folded in a short time, making us fall ... We guardate.Adoro his eyes, because with that tells me everything ... and we went home ...
Autumn is bad, worse winter: the ways of hatred mezzo.Non is hot but not too cold; end exams but they begin classes, from the end of the summer but not half as winter holidays. Comes with its veil of melancholy to haunt , leaving only the hope that it passes quickly and painlessly and without ... always remember who we are, where we are, what we have or we are missing ... It is not a real bad maybe, but makes restless, unstable, nervous; deprives us of any minimum force, we get bored, there abbatte.Ci slammed to the ground exhausted as an old dog after a walk of ten minutes, which craves water and grass as those goods more expensive ...
this shit I hover in the head, smashing each other ... until I hear close the gate casa.Esce Fiammetta, comes to us. There alarm: brittle bones are strengthened, we are firm the feeble knees, breathing cadenzato.Lei open up his ears, he begins to shake wildly coda.Le run the meeting together, as it once was: the pain autumn pass, hours know ...

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library yesterday I happened under the eyes " a hat full of cherries " Fallaci's (knowing that I am beginning to think that cherries deliberately missing the for the force writers, Italian, linguists of all kinds to review the strict Italian rules of grammar and put doubt in my mind at all ... wise ...): get out of the pile and ... 1000 pages? to that one question: I love you so (my idol of all time) to sacrifice days, months, years to reading your latest novel exhausting? think eh ....
I made a cake: I found the recipe in a magazine, something rather simple and fast, one of the many sweet yogurt.Lo to put in the oven and after 40 min back glad to see the masterpiece as hard as a slab hardly a high marble cm.Alzo eyes and the board is a packet of lievito.Al that one question: are you so stupid as not having to put it right? yes ....
Son three days that break the balls with the history of 'Alitalia (although they would last year ...): dear Silvio has found a way to save the airline giving us a minimum of dignity, good conditions to be defined by the unions themselves ... and they continue to protest, why do not want to lose the "acquired privileges." Viola download from the site of Corriere list of these privileges ... and starts laughing! (look for them there eh! ) in which one asks, but why not at home and c'andate really do not start to work seriously as all of us that so far we have maintained and endured? oh ...
Last night again " The island's famous the "with great regret that I admit that after Grey's anathomy I got stuck up to the trans fine.In brilluccichio for the completion of Ventura and enraptured by the fucking Juror and famous, I feel sorry for those unfortunates who a minimum return on the scene are dying of hunger and being devoured by mosquitos ... the one that asks, but what happened to the beloved Disney cartoons?
Sunday my mother said to me: "On Tuesday you want to come to the theater to see "The 'great-grandfather Garibaldo ?" You throw it away! "And I answer:" Mmm ... with you? Will certainly have better things to do! "Now it is Tuesday, are 10 pm: Three friends are in the fair Casale with their spouses, the other at home ... I ditto, writing nonsense ... To which one asks, but every so often to listen but not? Eh bè ....
Friday's test biochimica.Ho done everything possible (eh?) In two weeks and two days later I know a little bit of everything to water violets (Rose was granted!) And barely The formulas ... which is a question: do you like it so much 'ste figures of shit? mah ...
Let serie.Mi things which occurred a few days ago is a mail, I will not say who, not what I say. The summary is that us young (and future doctors) do not find the passion necessary to do good, to change the world, we are not crazy enough, exuberant, fanciful, we talk, we commitments and then we let them run ... do not give a shit about anything ... (I gave that impression) ... as we did not have values \u200b\u200b... To which one (pissed) asks: what about ... I know you spit of who I am and what I do, how do you expect to give me values, to teach me what life is when you barely know then my name, I think above all of moral principles and not ports in relation to the thoughts of others? but go ...
Then I really like people to me, especially one who thinks just like dear Veltroni (who had to leave for Africa and is still qui.Ha even bought the house in New York to his daughter, but love. .. but since you say that " happiness is not real if it is not shared "... buy it to me, to leave you a minimum of coherence fucking?):" see you eh, you do a dinner between luckily there is a little review. "Then they find around them all ensemble without your knowledge ... In that one question: do you take me for a ride?
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Each of us is obliged, sooner or later to face the "horror" of something that had not planned, as decided by someone above him ... All that is frightening ... sooner or later we are faced with a change (the Grey's anathomy), which upset our plans, distress our minds, our hearts break ... or is it simply (rarely) wonderful ... we are afraid of change: we subtract the tranquility, peace, stability, mental and physical to slam the face of a challenge, with ourselves and the world ... And I of these challenges I have already broken frankly! When will the fate stop kicking me and I will leave my little crazy universe? or at least stop ruining everything continuously while undermining all my minimum choice? I'm going to go crazy, I can feel it! ! The book of biochemistry is increasingly tedious, time trial was put there as well with this fever nausea ... then hallucinating? Hath been done? Someone I will explain the ....

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I bet everyone would complete this sentence in a thousand different ways, for indecision, for un'abbaglio momentary dream for a "hit and run" that each of us have aspirations, ideas of wanting to achieve, something in the drawer to pull out ; that all would be ready to fill their wish list, putting them in order of preference, such as letters to Santa Claus ... and I am convinced that every human being, more or less explicitly does not want to be happy, his own way ... Happiness sì.E 'her ultimate goal of' humanitas , that they were seeking when we begin to feel the presence of a reasoning, one that forces us to a sad existence and suffering, which it wears out the meat and bones, which leads us to wander anywhere in search of relief, a glance ... It 's the feeling of happiness that agognamo, like vultures on a corpse, we want the smile, the twinkle in her eye, the desire to do, give us the strength to face each new day, unafraid to tackle any challenge, to look to the future ... we want that "thing" that makes us sing in the shower, it makes us laugh all fucked up, it makes us play hopscotch in the street ... But is there really? there really such a spell that makes us appreciate even the smallest joy in life that makes us believe and hope, we can be content, to enjoy what we have leads us to heaven every moment to thank our fortunes do not ??... I identify with most: in the past I would not hesitate to shout my yes, to convince even the most skeptical that happiness is everywhere ... Right now I can hardly believe it myself. I know it's time, that time will remedy every sentence ... the fact is that I master all these days ... and ... I can not lie to others and myself by saying "I'm fine" what the fuck it means to feel good? I fall asleep for a while, and be woken up when everything will be alright ... I swear every time I look in the mirror, because I have everything ... and I have nothing ... What am I missing I do not know where to find it .. . or maybe I'm setting myself up the courage to seek ... The air chokes me, I can not resist no more ... I can imagine my future, nor to rejoice really something .. every stolen my smile is fake ... I feel full of tears, each with its own because, the sun now and seem to keep me company ... I come out a bit, I stop to think ... but when I'm alone this crap hold me back, my hair gets stuck in like a bat, and neither my hands nor my cry it away ... I could keep busy, maybe do something for others but I fear more and hurt them, to spread my pain ...
All I want is ... maybe I just want something with which to defend myself ....

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here, still here ... I am against the clock, I'm here. beautiful .. this song is a little anxiety ... but we like it very much! I do not know exactly what I feel right now .. I got 20 to genetics (which might just be a fortune as the study ...!!); behind my sweet Telma is dying in the doghouse because he invested a bastard, but now there is no sun, among some is a repeat ... and I ate so much chocolate cake (it's the completion of Fiammetta!) that the belly is bursting ... and begging for forgiveness! ((It's actually a little bit that I already had a fight with my belly: I try to make it as flat and toned, sculpted beautiful, bitch the stubbornly ... popping in alcoholic Panzona. Ugh ..! So do as you wish: I eat .... so if the results are there same !))...
me, I still invent ... so the song continues ... and so goes my life in small steps, little by little, to walk again ... It 's like being broken femur, and then start rehabilitation and pain after walking ... with a leg that looks like new! This metaphor is a little pain, I admit ... but the only thing that comes to mind ... M 'should be taken out from the' hospital ', from that aseptic smell of disinfectant, the gloomy greyness of that air heavy (it rhymes!): to raise the nose to the sky and learn to breathe in the wind .. ..
I spent horrible days, closed in on myself: I knew that inside the filthy still shining pearl shell, but I was so angry with the world that preferred to fight alone in the wall instead of reacting ... Then I decided not Atlas : I have not offended me the great Zeus, and do not bring in eternal weight of world on his shoulders! I have not defied the gods, nor the fate ... I've just got to that place! And then I lost myself, as in all the best stories ...
The truth is that complain (even if not) I do not like: I'd rather go as far as possible from those who know, maybe deep in the woods, and there screaming and crying alone to tear his throat rather ... that bring me so, and always wait for aid, advice ... But this time was different: the wound is not healed only by disinfettante.Per how much care we put there, me and my friends, will continue to leave blood would be dead in the red dark of that vital fluid, hearing gradually fail if the forces ... I took a needle and thread (and courage) and, clenching my teeth, I had not closed ...
's still here: it hurts sometimes, and the scar will remain ... but maybe one day I will look with a smile. .. Surrounded by others that I will be falling, stumbling, running ... Nevertheless, I remained the fear ... but a strange hope, I thought the game, came back to visit me ... I massaged his shoulders, as the coach to the boxer before the fight: they are there in the corner, ready to feel pain, to mar the face, with its encouragement ... "many things are not dared and why seem difficult, many seem difficult only because are not you dare. "
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Last night I split the world, perhaps ... with a gin and lemon in a sex on the beach body I felt already grow there at Grace, a little reassuring warmth that usually, for good or evil, know how to comfort me ... but with that hideous dress that rose continuously, the anxiety that they were already rippling hair and the slight ache I could not even head to be myself, to make casino on ... I was just an idiot trying padded his eyes in search of a mole do not know what ... sure if he came I would run away ... or maybe not even there ... but I talk to has had the decency, now I say, not to present ...
we started ... and the enthusiasm in the car passed slowly ... we'll go and what the fuck do I? Take me sick all night and just wait ... wait ... we enter the table costs a mistake, I already run for a while ... maybe I was better, but the fleeting illusion of a sudden change after I destroyed with lemon gin gin of gay, pure spirit ... not to mention the cuba Paul, a 34 year old idiot that I blossomed into happy face ...
I got up, staggered ... defamed the dirty thirties who they tried ... I tried to dance but among the lights, music, everything was going terribly ... I laughed of course, but that slight melancholy to dance with me each step, as in the dream of a midsummer night ... and go to the bathroom, take a ride ... familiar faces, the idiots of all time ...
night away ... but it is not at all 4 are sprawled on the sofa on which side was gold ... I just keep talking with the world (not saying what we know ...) to dance to the beat walk to Paul ... they want to go away ... and who cares .... for hand to hand Gaia among the people, avoiding eye horny, Toccata, "Hello Beautiful" and much more ... finally we go out, on the sea ... a bit of fresh air ... walking: one foot after another, one two, one, two, to the parking lot ... and while I speak alone (they said), I repeat I do not know what ... Piero, my preferred parking, it gives me good night ... and in the car because I go into a coma ... I wake up in the Gaia in search of the keys ...
At home, wow ... it's good to be back at that hour, when everyone is asleep ... just the house, she is an accomplice of your madness: he always knows what time you come back, and as no shoes ... , on all fours ... take what you drop like a mother would do: the bag, the shirt, the keys ... and takes you to read my little house ... yes ... she is always there for me. .. knows my every secret, every tear, every outburst, every illegal call, every phone call yet ... shut up ...
are in bed ... but I do ... I turn around constantly, as I have a fever ... I'm hot, sweat, and something in my head I crush, press, not even knock, knock, stronger .. . will not let me stay a moment and pick up the phone ... boh ... and then I think, I think of everything ... I think of him, then that asshole ... suddenly I have the chills, I curl up .. . I do not know ... I went on until 11 o'clock, in full frenzy ... with the disgusting taste of gin that I inflamed throat, and made me vomit ...
I open my eyes: a brothel .... the phone is thrown to the ground, the clothes are everywhere .... I get up, I do not know ... I got to the bathroom ... I do ... I go down, there in the kitchen Mom ... pick up the phone ... oh no no ... what the fuck cazzo.no I've done yet? possible that I do not do right? should not be so ... no ... always ruin everything. ..
E 'afternoon, and the head is still a train station, a continuous roar, the smell of the brakes ... thoughts come and go, but without any order, at times clashing ... I can not put them in row, as a time ... this time we will think for themselves ... If I had my way I could take the world now, putting an end to this horrible torment that haunts me ... some people in trouble you put yourself, and complains ... and who, like me, it always gets in the ass for the mess of others ... sometimes I think things are so simple, that life serves up to us a silver tray occasions, the way out ... but really prefer to feel bad .... we cling to the greedy beast that is the will, We are never complacent and we end up with nothing ... just be wandering shepherds, travelers. .. In the end we will have seen the world of course, but my heart is empty and rootless ... we have our refuge, our home, we feel alone and lost in that universe "experience" ... mourning the small garden ... and other life wanting to die ... realize they were just passing in the past (/ wasted ..)...

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Yes indeed right now chat with Hitchcock there I would make (the phrase is his) to review some ... His film is not enough: I really need some advice from the master ... not because of the thrill, of course, boredom kills me ... just meditate revenge ... ruthless ... even Tarantino would probably be very helpful: but I know him, began pulling out their throats cut, various torture, cutting of fingers, blowtorch ... I need something more refined ... the beast should not feel physical pain (although ....)... must kill himself alone for the guilt, should tear up inside ... with a gutting knife in public or themselves on fire ... The nightmares haunt him day and night, not able to sleep nor to eat (which would be to him only a present and then say you abbufferà to death !!!), nor more will come out of the house, will come to fear anyone, first friends (which will eliminate one by one) ... and then himself, at the height of folly even his own face he will scream, he will hate himself ... ask forgiveness. ... .. beg to that after my "fuck you", will end its infamous existence ...
After the heartbreaking post on Monday was followed by cries muffled by the cushion, scleritis crazy, thoughts of suicide ... until one day, with the accuracy on Wednesday, I realized it was time for payback, no regrets Nostalgic all that was: no one could bring me into that state without my consent, I would have done under! And here I am, ready and how to fight in the arena Massimo Decimo Meridio, "I shall have my revenge in this life or another !!"... look like the memories of a crazy I know, or exit from an overdose of barbiturates or valium. ... it's really just my stupidity to speak, together, finally, anger truer !!!... Until a few days ago I would have kicked, if only to not be able to hate him: I felt that a Part of me would have forgiven, it would fall at his feet, again, like a bad dream forgetting his huge dick ... and certainly could not afford it ... it took was seeing him again, but ... and everything changed: I did not want to run from him ... but invest it!! That bastard of two meters, the beast in fact, was now just a "thing" nameless, faceless, with no appeal for me ... I'm not the type who forgets easily, in fact I do not say that this story has completely stopped me sick, but at least now I know it's closed ever, is past, and that will not go back .... if not to infamy and punish him as he deserves! ah ah ah ...

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... just ... my predictive ability of modern Cassandra does not like me much anymore, because I do not like her that the evil in me I know what's going to happen, I feel it creeping tricky ... but the difference is that I always did not want to believe, until it crushes me and makes me unhappy and stupid ... ..
Yesterday, just hours before, I was thinking ... and, let's face it, I remain under the illusion that only my beliefs, my silly worries have come true ... instead, clinging to me, around me, writhing like a disgusting carnivorous plant all night ... it took me to free myself, and breathe again: last night there like an idiot with the cell phone in hand I could not get into the air, and throw it out ... for a moment I hoped that almost never happens again ...
This morning I look back, yawning, and I wonder whether it is better this way ... if indeed he has not had the "courage" that I had ... I realized recently that it was far away, that does not look more in same direction, that I was wanting to take up the plan has lost its leaves, dry branches and roots, which was eradicated ... the problem is that I was too attached to that dream, that warm glow of happiness, not I could let it go .... If my hands were like butter would have slipped away from me in a moment, maybe I would not have even noticed ... but it was like my own private sun gave me joy, I just I saw it: sometimes we get too close to me, terribly burned ... but if I did it with caution could give me the warmth I needed .... as private ??...
From one point of view has remained a small fortune: the anger in me is the only way (for dicono. ..^^) say goodbye, this time forever ... If you had gone well, so uncertain, as sketched out a framework and never finished, then maybe one day I would have liked to complete the outline ... but it was "good": a few words were enough to wake me in the blackest hatred for me to delete what is good and beautiful had been among us in those words ... yes, the nights were buried under the stars, his kisses, his hands on my skin, motor races, looks cute, walking hand in hand .... and now I'm just afraid that even in those moments I was alone with myself ...
these days I read a wonderful book ... probably some of us are like twin primes from 0.17 to 19 0.41 to 43 are ... so close together, yet they never manage to brush her really, it being lost and alone .... I have a feeling, alas, that my number is the first twin of many others, and that the only answer to my question is that life will be all alone ... The fact remains, however, this bitter taste on the palate, this headache, this urge to burst into tears ... I feel guilty now, for the time wasted, for the energies that I threw away so that he would gather and not stored carefully as the shells on the beach ... some were so rare and wonderful that, let us say, certainly not worthy ....
I can not say what I feel: I'm not just angry with him ... maybe I went too forward, and now it's hard, it hurts ... I'm tired of being the brief pleasure of someone else, the temporary trinket to throw in the trash with the remains of dinner ... it is true that the little ant is the only animal to carry on his back 50 times its weight ... but it is so fragile that it takes very little to destroy it, something out ... but also immense and terrible sense of emptiness ...
I sit here waiting for something to change and I am upset ... I meditate on that message, numb, like Madame Bovary with her basket of apricots, a part of me wants to throw at the wall, pulp and watch them slide down slowly to stay there to rot ... but, knowing me, I think I am going to eat up ad nauseam ...

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few hours ago I said hello to the sea, the beach, my little house .... and now they are Quarrata, again ...
this morning, though stunned by the few hours of sleep, I made the jump overturned while returning to the village as soon as possible ... and now that there are, strangely, I regret it ... what the fuck am I doing here?
Sta resurfacing something under my skin, something I wish I had buried for at least a lot of time ... now here again: it moves like an insect crawling, making me itch, I scratch a nervous tremendous ... with sandpaper to make him stop, disfigured, the beautiful golden skin tear to view it gushes out with a gush of blood .... but I do not have the strength, I never had .... The strength, I believe, just be honest with myself ... I feel that within me there ' is something that must come out, but I can not pull it off, I do not know how to do ... probably has a name ... he always gives me anxiety, nausea sometimes, when you think you're not in front of a paradise and on the brink of hell .... there is no peace, there is a moment in which to say "finally" ... all changes in such a short time that you hardly know it, of ask whose fault it was, or what you've done this time to bring down another piece of the wall .. I know that many hands are out there ready to welcome me ... but I love her .... and not afraid to to my knowledge that I hurt them so I highly slam, and returned to bask in my many because ...
Maybe I just need to raise his head, still hear that voice, to drown in those eyes and that smile, be crushed by those arms .... even if it's really all that kills me ...
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here I am! I'm back in Quarrata ..... .... that sucks! Luckily again .... but now ... strategic with my balls! Short, are a whole complains: Move from San Teodoro Quarrata city is not exactly the best if not for review ....( A. ...)
We spent one week show, and I'm surprised because we were fine without booze and sleepless nights! Let us go back start going, I say 2 or 3 things ....
It starts on Saturday morning, 9: am in the Church Square at 5: Who takes the navigator? I! And the shit works? Certainly not! That is the port of Livorno, but there surrenders know and better attrezzzarsi ... mah! However, everything ok, the sea is calm and lets me calm my tummy ... but those six hours to spend there wanted to go! cards, sleeping, walking on the bridge. .. and finally here we are!
Among trinkets and we nannoli home at 6 o'clock, because that idiot of D. Paper he has made to wait an hour before the distributor grant us the honor of having the keys ... dear woman .... luckily
our nest is a love: a little house with a garden full of trees, a veranda overlooking the sea (as the song is ... ) and plenty of room for 7 women and their bullshit! and then and then ... it's been a week ...
clock more or less early, breakfast with pastries, cookies, chocolate and the ever-pan top box lunch ... always sandwiches, boni boni ... lots of sun, sea ... dinner? Pasta, salads, all! What mattered was not that we ate ... but the shit that flew around that table (I admit, most of the time from my little mouth too, because you think ...!!)!! to 7 girls with men at home, half horny, horny, and half silly, add me (and imagine everything!), the song, "Cicci, you did promise to spring" (from Sara Venditti) and all its variants, an older home isolated or not .... and the carver center! Who is this? His fame has come down to the continent: a good nero carving wood to San Teodoro! not you think I'm going to know? ? no Bah! And now I've got the photo well with a kind of Bob Marley, on 40, so long rasta !!... by the way ... I have also another picture of that ... I ... that earned him a dinner with Marco Meloni! Do not be surprised: I have found out who was the same night! She had to dance to the Pata Pata ... that sucks ... but there is a guest: is him, the "forfeiture" of men and women (say, I do not watch it!) up ... then we animate the evening: I had not even ever seen, still do not know what constitutes quell'adorabile program and ... I improvised his big fan! I threw him a bouncer, people just met, strangers, screaming "I love you Mark, where are you?'re just my"! rant, so much so that everyone laughed, my friends were ashamed , responding to people asking if I was normal or at least half briaca! and finally ... the pictures with that idiot! While I waited I got to say two things about him from a friend and when my turn came. .. jumped on him, kissing him, hugging him, making him do not know what he looked at me and compliments ... frightened and asked the audience "but have you paid?" ... At least Rice has run for a while, and now I have the photo with a decent fio among other things, he discovered a lover in all of Italy! Ah ah ah ah!
then tell you what: in the house was always brothel women crazy (some more than others!) With many dear pets I drew that I (and I had!) As St. Francis, various insects, geckos, crickets, grasshoppers, skunks .... a dog ... and the mice in the garden .... Those eh, do not be afraid! I threw it away without drinking and shit ... exaggerated! It took the trip only female ... to talk about us (and of lust!), get together like old times ... yes yes, I'm happy and I thank my girlfriends ... ... I love them hoes!

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do not believe it! By this evening finally concludes in the sweaty crazy pizza! Last Tuesday every night from midnight to 18.00/19.00 to stretch the dough, pizza sauce, clean the entire kitchen. .. I'm going crazy! The pizza has always been my favorite dish, but after this time will pass before it touches my mouth! Not to mention that I'm slowly brewing to be there: the wrong pizza or too small, crisps from the kitchen, the shorts with nutella ... from tomorrow on a diet! are destroyed .... swimming pool and sea in bits and pieces I have rested too much ... I just want to vacation hours! Gradually, Saturday touches me too ... 7 beautiful girls walking around in Sardinia .... also are beginning the preparations!
this morning had a look around and dresses, costumes, slippers, etc. ... of an apple (not me, I have to do better ....!!!) discuss how to organize the cars ... I have advised (Ugh ... just me) to take only 13-14 CID boarding and disembarking from the ferry ... good idea! ah ah ah!
am euphoric idea of \u200b\u200bleaving: rental only women are beautiful, always ... We expect the worst crap and figures of m. .., laughter, booze to scream !!!.... except that someone is missing ... better not think about it ... so now I go the days go by .... to slam on the couch ... I have swollen ankles as old and pregnant women ... not a good thing, no no!

I'm Jewel, Private School Jewel!

pizza now!

not have just concluded a diet, I did not have indigestion of ice cream, not in love with a pizza, I have the fridge full of frozen pizzas (because Blee!), Not I learned how to do it .... I bought an oven worse!
From tonight, for two weeks, the Red Cross Quarrata (including me!) Has operated the Park's Green Olmi: good food, at will, you spend the right ... and I take care of the pizza department! ! This is the third year that I lock myself in there at 7 pm I go out and exhausted after about 3-4 hours, past season to 200-300 on average pizza! by No, no joke .... all in all it's fun! and rewarding when people tell you that your pizza is a show modesty aside .... sure!

Then I do not know ... I'm here ... with the book of genetics ... that dream of the sea .... and I think of all the beautiful days and nights I'm going through these days ... Sometimes I fear that all this ends with the summer, the autumn wind take him away with the dry leaves .... it seems so fragile and shaky that I fear for its future in every silence, every argument, every days away, for each "not now" ...
is as if the happiness would remain attached to those moments together, and disappeared soon after, without Therefore, affected by this sad and disgusting disease of sadness, anxiety, distress ... The reality is that it would be too simple and stupid rejoice in every moment, would not be so wonderfully human love is not a troubled ....

Disposing Of Cigarette Lighters

I'm bored!


Ugh ... I do not know what to invent ....

• I put all the books of the university in their wardrobe, in order of height and thickness
• I did the grass in the garden, planted some flowers to her mother, carefully swept the sidewalks (for a fee) I
• I copied the records to the father (because he wrote a scream, not because they have not able!) (fee)
• I rearranged, cleaned, did indeed shine, study, gym room, I washed my
• Telma (dog) cats ... I do not gamble, the last time I almost disfigured!
• I saw almost all the latest movies on the way, I finished the book and I have to find another one!
  
• experiment with new recipes every day, pasta, vegetables .... and of course desserts!
• equipment, cleared the table, cook, wash dishes, do the dishwasher and washing machine, drying clothes
• (almost) every night I go running or walking
• do repetitions of Latin on the right and very occasionally go missing
• in Red Cross to do a few rounds
• always go swimming every now and every weekend on the beach (and there a lot of sun, turn, walk or bike, beach parties, disco!)
  
• strictly go out every night. .. the day is too hot, and then see how "I do" at home!
  
• .... and, last but not least, I emptied the limits of the possible most of the shops and the province of Pistoia, Florence, Versilia!

despite what a beast ... I'm bored! And they are right cabbage Dorian Gray, "boredom is the only thing for which there is no forgiveness ".... Certainly it is true, I might even decide to buy those stupid books and get back to do something ... but I seize evil! So the study is still waiting for a while ...
Meanwhile I continue to make a good housewife (my father has renamed "Blessed is he who will seize "!!), to acculturate the" week puzzles, "to make the Red Cross, to dispose of my pleasures of the palate ... and spend what I earn now! If more black then the tedium will not stop haunting me ... but will call upon the books ... but how sad!

Bob Opponent Bag Used

here, still here ....

paranoia .... I did not expect, or at least not so soon ... I mean fuck you made the choice? There ... You think back two days after both the horse and then at least spent more time ... if you said no right away, maybe you defamed way, as only I know to do, by making the offense more evil ... but now I can not, because I could not forget in three days .... and what do I throw my air revolution, once again ? I do to make your cock again?
Ugh ... it's too difficult a part of me wanted you I did, for a rockin 'in your face "too late" ... but the other continued to feel bad for that bruise that was made by dropping (your) engine was all over your smell, the smell was still wearing the white t-shirts freshly washed ... But this is normal, just because it's only been a short time ... so no, goodbye but then ... I will regret, I know ... I the stomach hearing an engine that sounds like your own, or passing in front of your fucking bar, or drinking a Estathè fishing ....
not know what to do ... then why the hell did you call me? I can not hear your voice ...
and tonight I guess I see you again ... I must resist, to always send you to hell .... or let me down once again in your arms ??... You're so damn bastard ... and unfortunately that's what I like about you ....

Macdopapular Treatment

learn and grow ....

09.00.Lunedì 14 luglio.La francese.E revolution 'true, given the French Revolution apt ... then ... my day does not go down in history, but I remember the same. Not .. I know how it happened, but tonight something has changed in me this morning and I feel strangely relieved ... ...
Last night I've got speech (see previous post ...), I even begged him to listen to me miserably, ridiculing all of myself and all my beginning ... do not tell the details, just the memory makes me regret what I did ... and yet another would only mention the satisfaction that certainly does not deserve ... But there is one person whose job it is instead more of a "thank you" more than a kiss ... friend who without his knowledge saved me ...
I was there in the car, silently beside her, sobbing every time she spoke to me ... and ... are the things that you say in these cases perhaps, but it's so good that somebody tells you at the right time, without blame or say "it was better" just trying to remedy the trouble when you hunted alone, with the same love that even yourself would you feel to you ... as long as you're talking to her, to feel like an idiot in front of her, when you realize that, ultimately, is how to do it in front of a mirror. .. because that person knows more about you than you thought ... or maybe both are the same as we know, but she has the courage to pull out ...
Now it's weird ... I'm not wrong, I am not angry, I'm not down ... I can still sleep with a cup of coffee in milk hand ... it's weird because ... I feel free ... I do not know what, but I feel free ... In my mind there is nothing, but the fever seems to have taken pity on me ... I just wanted to write ... ... "if I am 's black humor then I write? "No, no, that black humor! E 'white, pure, nothing is taken ... I want to give me a new face, without shame to rediscover everything that made me feel good. .. FINALLY ... I got it bad, just a beast ... and now, clearly, I am here to ask why ... what have I lost? Putting together ... I can not answer by saying nothing ... Nothing offends me because it's who I made the food collection and help the Vecchini with a red cross, because I want to escape to Africa after graduation, because I like traveling, cooking and planting flowers everywhere despise my films, my music and my poetry, laughs in flowers of my shirts, the shoes were bought for a white cock to Ibiza, the my car, and he who puts me in a drink with friends and a lot of mortar, and he who does not realize that the sun has bleached my hair and face filled with freckles, who does not understand that I just wanted to feel loved, appreciated, valued, venerated dick for what they are and dream to become ...
I swear I never felt so stupid as last night, I realized that all this time I did nothing but give myself to bury my dreams and my values for someone who does not deserve a damn thing, certainly not the Purple ... and tears ... "no one deserves, and who deserves them will not make you cry" ... is the phrase Marquez I love the man I love ... ... because it seems at times to talk and understand a woman like no other ...
From today I start a revolution : existence is so short to be wasted on lies and bullshit ... if someone wants a little of my time, my passion, my love now to deserve it, seriously. .. as does the Gaia ... without her I would not be here writing, but continues to cry on ... without her I would not have the strength to stand, to laugh, to dream and hope. I know .. she believes in me ... and this is enough for me ... to live again ...