Monday, December 27, 2010

Argos T Mobile E100 Flip Phone

Brillo

Valeria Sassi tea in front of Angelo and his cousin from Naples. The dinner at the Terrace and the road curved to Mt. The
such nonsense and lanes, all'Another, reeking of cigarette, with Andrew and his friend Julius dude Matera goats and those of Angelo and Stefano, a football player. Happy-always the same-that greets me. That Lidia Cromie to go dancing. Leo Metalman who pretends not to use MSN. Claudia glares at me from afar because I smoke and says that her New Year's Eve and Eli go to dance (I think it's the most hateful person I have been saddled involuntarily). The memories of high school and the sluts that were fashionable among the boys of the Scientific-that, according to the Julius-dandy. The Jaguar to make 3 meters and take me home. The keys to remember. The telephone can not use that as not to wake the girls.
are destroyed, but the social life .. baby!

Sunday, December 26, 2010

What Does A Collapsed Uteris Feel Like

can not explain

"I want to change a billion colors, so when I try
then see if you find me."



I feel a bit 'so. Like when you perceive that already takes the nostalgia of situations, however, are still living.
Like when you know that this nostalgia is a perfect joke, because you're not so good, let down in certain situations. Like when all
rivuoi costs your fucking loneliness, but you already know by now that curse the moment that solitude you ail.
I need not be so sensitive. To signs of discomfort implicit all'elettrizzazione air, looks to be idiots to lie between sisters. I can not stand the boyfriend of Anna. I can not stand even Frederick. I look at my mother and I always see that look unhappy and sad. I do not want to be like her. Or already are.
It 's the typical attitude of people in a room full of sounds, images, sounds, remains undecided crouched in a corner thinking: I like it or not?. Where
balance.
often work too much imagination. We invest too much on that later turn out to be trivial situations.
I think too much and this is reflected in my convoluted way of speaking. I want to build and destroy, defend and praise, and factions to be neutral, I want to blend in but stand out.
do not accept that they speak evil of the place of my childhood, but I can not defend against raids subtle as I would like to speak with some sixty-Roman eyes hidden by dark glasses.


are not yet out with Elizabeth and Claudia.
A little 'I miss Adel.
A little 'I do not want to repeat the same things with Andrea.

A little 'I do not want to waste my energy in things done and stoned, and those repeated.


I need something new.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Starter Life Expectancy

listings






Well, if one just has to reward myself, and if you do not know what package it, I have compiled a list (which I know to be imaginary), in '(also here) and possibly imaginary case people go on a crisis for me.
What then, let's face it. Christmas has become a bit 'a burden for everyone, with sti gifts.

1) this book http://www.einaudi.it/libri/libro/andrea-bajani/ogni-promessa/978880620020
2) Another box "historic" L'Europeo http:// www.sceltiperme.it/Marchi/162/ $ 162.aspx
3) this album www.ondarock.it / pietremiliari / who_tommy.htm
4) this album http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Who_Made_Who
5), this album (I want to be when I was 13 years old) it.wikipedia.org / wiki / Hey_Ho! _Let% 27s_Go: _The_Anthology
6) the activation of this stuff http://www.wind.it/it/promo/pagina70.phtml?sez = Private



That's it. Eheheh.


Tuesday, December 14, 2010

How To Hang An Owl Box

robb'd'c


While Adel ends of dry hair, I take this opportunity to write down some useful advice.



Start with the programs of the cock, those "scanf printf" like "what's your name?" and he will write Valentina rewrites "hello, Valentina"
then steps to complex
write "How old are you?" and says "Hello Valerie, you were born in 1989 "so you learn to do the calculations and to handle data types
then start with the most complex programs such as" how far the catheter 1 "" because it measures the catheter 2 "long is the hypotenuse tot" ;
and you train with the calculations and save keyboard input
then pass the array write the numbers " "An element" number sent etc etc save them all into an array you and he prints them in reverse order:
so slowly with the shit you learn to program, then learn how to make the average of all elements of a vector ... fuck



Thursday, December 9, 2010

Best Uk Wrestling Shop?

take me- Up

Zilli As Nina says, I swallowed a senior. Maybe even two.
I do not like "the big bang theory," and do not know what the fuck that means Bazzinga; take all the players and force them to support at least some examination of physical truth, so then we see if they still have the courage to act on that so shit. This morning I wanted to move
violently from the small mobile TV in front of my bed, because in these few square meters is a bulky piece of furniture as well as also unnecessary, since I watch TV and become more and more old inside. It annoys me
disorder and stuff piled up, this shit space is limited and the books relegated to a tiny shelf "so you study anyway."


In these days (or months? .. ?????) Or years are typical head in the clouds and phase ball irritability, slowness of intent and imagination galloping, potential energy to kinetic energy of the highest level and even the shadow.
I know I could run, but I do a few steps forward.
Sometimes they strongly question the role of the Internet as a window on the world. Quiero Y or r or sal es.
This monstrous accumulation of seriousness and sense of duty, this feeling plastered all times, this continually turn a blind eye, obscuring the view quest'autostima nonexistent before your most holy fucking real needs, I will at some point explode like a bomb. I wonder what on earth the day that I will send this damn cerebral cortex to fuck.

Today I found some of my Fotina (!!!!!!!! when I was 20 years ago or two years in practice), and I look a bit more lively.





Fortunately, tomorrow morning I go swimming. It 'important! Then, try to make me really like a dolphin. Stoc

Monday, December 6, 2010

Status Monitor Brother Offline

roots

scrvenn by students of computer scassat fuck, mall not 'in there proprj !!!!!!!!!!... ago, megghj niend d (d z'marià stoc CAS).
ops! ... After last night I can not write in dialect.
Sometimes I think you really want to bad luck not to be born more than 20 km away ... AH .... LA PUGLIA!! AS MIRAGE ...... (But these are my usual cynical thoughts and I have to agree with the presumption of the people). Sometimes I think we would really like a sociologist (or an anthropologist?) Argutissimo and shiny, I'd pay for a day and carry around with me when I land here, and I would explain in scientific language what they already know.
I know everything already, I know I should be able to distinguish memory space and real space as they once said in an interview with Sergio Rubini, I know you do not need to be attached to these roots to feel fucking place with oneself (vision, to name a random !!!!!, a Cagliari could not even conceive of any way), I know that Milan is from this village and passes 1000 km, but most do not know how many degrees of latitude, money, opportunities, history, infrastructure.
have the same thoughts that are repeated each time, the same considerations that you just you in your little head buggy and that they go to hell when you then return to earth practicality. There is the usual
people my age that seems to be content to live in these beautiful mansions and houses in a village so sad and connected to the rest of the world as if it were still 1989 to study at university of this region fucking, universities that have arisen only as a political tool, and that eventually they will give you just a shit of paper on which it will say you did the university in this region of the cock and you have no chance but no ; to spend your degree even in Bari, is the usual way of my peers to speak in dialect the whole time as if they had the fuckin 'age as my grandfather or my aunt slut whore eva, there , the usual total lack of prospects in town on Saturday and Sunday evenings, which makes you drink at least two negroni grappa or two for local, they do all sti local shit, and all are found there room by room. The same faces experienced. A modern nightlife, it seems. There is the usual way, typically southern-province, with 100,000 € to dress him, even if you are unemployed or just a bricklayer, and Andrew tells me that whenever I dress frumpy and I do not care enough. There is the usual patron saint fucking each summer arrives on time and sublimates all this shit together, with the addition of other shit that comes from "professoroni" who work or study outside but have not yet figured out what the fuck we should all be in crisis because of our poor land, no hope, no job, no shit. The usual Boccalon you are talking about the beauty of nature, unspoilt region, the wild animals and fucking that you can still find the streets at night, food, beautiful girls, enchanted landscapes and their asses virgins, who moved with her eyes watching the streets of their beautiful village hope that will never change. You make me sick as much as it sucks still see the skeletons of these buildings were never built for 20 years in the road, these transport routes from north Africa, having to be forced to go to find work in Milan, this machismo ruling that leaves my peers with the mindset that even my mother, it sucks your safety and your apparent satisfaction of all.
need to build roads, using dynamite to blow your centers of power, reduce days of festivities (instrumentum religious realms, "said the good cynical Machiavelli) kill your conservatism that makes me throw up, put on a diet, bring the state railways in this strip of land bordering the puglia, force you to speak in Italian, put a book and record store in every town instead of yet another store brand clothes, lynch your "political loaf" , who did nothing but make you so fucking short-sighted in their own image and likeness, to invest money in projects instead of seeing far-sighted, always start for the Northern people who otherwise would be unemployed for life.

The truth is that it's painful to see that nothing ever changes, and perhaps never will change, as this means that every time you return here to make you always and forever into the past. and for people like me who, with their past, we argue these dips are always painful.
The truth is that a blast from the past is fine, but make two, three, four in a row no. I want to come back to my house, reminding me of my father, looking at these landscapes lit a splendid light, eat a smoked cheese of a dairy, a sweet flower and a pizza for one, stay at home, out the first night, remind me of my father again, then go home and stay there until the day of departure to Milan. Perhaps this is the only way to enjoy the space of memory, and do not get angry because the real one is so highly polluting.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Images Of Ringworm On Testicles

Following you, I climb the mountain












Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Guppy Fish Releases Carbon Dioxide In The Water



Within half an hour I understood the futility of it appertutto.
E 'in the complaints, in the vanity, the presumption in chamomile am, in running, swimming, envy, nell'acquagym in distractions, nell'accidia in exploitation of pain, sinusitis, premenstrual syndrome, polyps in the uterus, the pregnancy loss.
E 'small change in the psychology, in psychology, in churches, in Christ, in protests against the reform of universities, in Marxism, in the fight against the Mafia, in trauma you leave parents in the beautiful words in' indecisone in the Peter Pan syndrome, in Christmas gifts, Christmas, television, books, exhibitions, Dalí, archeology, politics, philosophy,
E 'in laziness, in the torpor of mind, depression , anorexia by teenage girl born and raised in Milan, in the inability to try to focus and study a chapter and sub-pointers, in bad words, in fine clothes, in cosmetics, in the mascara, you've lost in 2 hours last night and to feel that you absolutely must retrieve at most, in postural pains, in the bubble bath Bottega Verde, ISEEU in the declaration, is in metereopatia, is in the weather, is the murder of Sarah Scazzi in plastic wasp, incoherence, is intellectual honesty,
E ' sbattezzarsi idea of my sister, is in games of Viola, Anna is in obstinacy in remaining with that one, is in the journey for the 40 years of my brother, is in the conversation on Skype with the Russian and the Portuguese, is on-time, is the jealousy, it's beer, is in the hair dye, is ; memories, insomnia is, is in the past, and poetry.
It 's in heavy legs, the magnesium you need to be nervous modulator in propolis that you need for a sore ear, cream for vaginal dryness, is in the pill, is the balm the hair is good night in the shower is in the lyrics, is in tears, is in the MSN chat in your association meetings, in conversations emptying the brain, in mobile phones, sim in the wind, in anal sex, in oral sex, in concert, in the fuckin 'sadness, pain, is in the laughter.
E 'in this chaotic and senseless write sitting on the toilet bowl.

the futility and especially ourselves.