not feel the need to write. Simply, keep faith intent of this blog purely diary, which, while decidedly secondary, decide now, perfect to buff, to comply. You will not find interest in rivomitarmi wearing the same things at the moment. I think that I will be a headache, as usual, but not write. I would be talking about something else, write more, tell more.
the examination session, the outcome very bright, or rather surprisingly brilliant (except for the conclusion, my usual personal icing on the cake: the typical well-known slip final) ended nearly two weeks ago. I am officially on vacation, and in a few days leave for the coolissima and plague-stricken London. I say that both the take-all so it's better that you lift your hands in front of the H1N1 virus and welcome him without mince words, but deep down I hope that my enthusiasm and my thoughts evade me happy to infection. In the suitcase, which begin now to prepare, I'll leave much space to indulge in shopping possessed any freedom, and the first thing we will stack will be beauty in homes with 8 liters of Amuchina (and just above quadernino rings with a cover London plastic, part of the perfect travel kit graphomaniac). It seems that these days in the British capital to do 13 ° C. .. do not tell me, not only I'm running with open arms to the flu, but do I have to exhume the wool sweaters? Mr. Weather, I find this trick very out of place if you let him say . I almost thank my chronic laziness that kept me months ago to complete the change of season. Anyway, let's go to the Friuli Friuli Friuli (not villa du conde, or whatever you spell XD), Ole. So, no high-heeled sandals from disorder (recent purchase gorgeous), it seems. But yes to the pseudo-winter leather boots with buckle, at this point.
I bought the color black blue. Refresh Punkette cut or trim the thick curly hair now shoulder-length, and shaving Asymmetrical neck and sides (detailed report in preparation for a future re-readings of tears ... I am sure that smile in the face these little follies frivolous), and I will stain the house, the modest sum of € 9.90. I mean, we're going to LONDON , no??
Nine Inch Nails so obsessive / compulsive. There is no music in the world right for me now. The concert was amazing, two hours creepy, effect defibrillator. Pleasant feel empty and yet so rich. The question
"love" do not touch, for a disconcertingly simple fact: I have discovered allergic to banality. Evidently I am not a writer ... I can not find original ways to make even vaguely the depth of what I feel and I am living. It seems to me that everything is in continuous movement, and every day I discover something new. This is why I never get tired of looking. I never get tired of looking ... you have no limits, and is something that I love you to madness. I love not knowing what will happen next. Yes, it clashes with my mania to plan everything and my vain attempts to have everything under control, but some small inconsistency will not affect the overall consistency of my being me, right? Or should I admit to being inconsistent. A step back ... are rather complex, on ... In short, everything has meaning and purpose rather not talk about causality (vs. random).
Ooook. I go back to the suitcase ... and try to eradicate from my fantasies The sick man of overlap deliveries Scrubs with Trent Reznor ... fault of the look, the shoes in particular, and perhaps also the tonnage.
You are there, I'm up here: to see you soon for a soft and sweet, I hope. I can not stop thinking. Cabbage. Think you too, eh. XD
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