Yes, of course ... obvious that I'm back. I'm back from London, and then spread to the New York Abruzzo. Broken down, I said, and then back again. It is not over, eh. I had the nerve to stand out even on weekends ... Sabaudia in a blitz for the birthday of the parent number two. I came back today, hysterical short prelude to the departure for the Venice Film Festival Venice. I'm a spoiled girl.
I'm about to say something banal: London is wonderful. The Londoners less, but I could get used to it ... I basically have a big dick like a sour yogurt went bad, if you dig a bit '. I find that the city of his stink a lot (too much carpeting), but I had never smelled so much freedom ... This beats even in Paris. Then, seriously ... Free museums. Drool. The hostel was a bit 'suck (we have called the common process, "the cubicle of death" because of the tropical climate, the size rather restricted, and the aromas are typical of such places, which, precisely because of two reasons previously mentioned, tended to stagnate at an alarming rate). The room had three beds, and the various "Fiona" (we all have been renamed with the name of the first room-mate, the best you could hope to meet, a holy Fiona!) That have occurred have given us a extensive series of cute anecdotes to pass on to posterity. And not just them ... in this (in other things too, but in this ...!) Londoners are full of potential, so I Exhilarating tons of stories to share. From mason AEHM I mean the architect drunk at Fruttarol of Archway, through a thousand other friendly parties. But now its not. One thing is certain: there are too many Italians in London. Seriously. Too many. Pescara
not sucks, come on. In fact, she is pretty ... will also that I got so attached, I begin to lose objectivity. Are Pescara, which I tend not to be exactly genius (although there are some exceptions).
Sabaudia is fascist. Architecturally, I mean, and no: it is not new. I was at the plaza de The Family Friend Sorrentino ... where the barge is performed (because our Miss Pontine Marshes know ... DANCE!) in front of a crowd of people foaming at the mouth ... the square with the fountain, where Bentivoglio lights a cigarette. In the square on Friday evening was guest George Hilton, and was projected The tail of a scorpion, a b-movie years boh ... late 60s and early 70s? I spisciosissimo found. Today
suitcase for Venice. I am sick and tired of preparing cases, I confess. But when I called the Lido you can not help but rush and scondinzolare. This cute, no? The migration of film fans and mosquito nets to quell'umidiccio, magical piece of land surrounded by salt water. I love it. Then, well ... people make the difference. It makes a person more than any other.
I announce that I have acquired a vague human complexion. Vago.
I pretend to make a couple of tests in September ... I need very very lucky.
I greet you. Bye, see you soon.
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