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The list of the sofa

I often, very often, to disappear from circulation. It's not a decision taken at the table, the kind that when you hold someone's hand and say "goodbye eh? Soon made to feel" think "or even ever," and substituting the name on the phone with "not responding".
No no.
... at least not always.

Really. Everyday life takes me. Not that I complain of trantran day: I like to do the wife and I need to work, if there was trouble.
But it happens that evening comes and while I'm on the couch (a little 'exhausted and a bit' sleepy) I think I hear Tom and Dick have long since lost track, and I cry my heart.

Yesterday I heard one of these friends, one of the CaII Tizi not in the sense that I know where to find him but he was in the "list of the couch night" for some time without the check box marked. And last I checked.

I hate those that disappear just like me, then, that I should call them and say, "Of course you're just a good friend! You have not done more to hear. "
... No one with an ounce of common sense, but above all with a private life, fuck the neighbor about this topic: What, you have a system that will house maid while you scratch the family jewels on the sofa? work in their spare time? Orders evening of pizza and Chinese ones even? not sleep? No shit? Do not you brush? (the wash maybe we would have to publish a separate post) Or maybe
you're so on the next ball to the point find yourself face to face with the television every night, single family home waiting for you?

The dearest friend that I heard yesterday is not to be counted in the category above: indeed, apologized for being gone, and we used to race on the phone who apologized more. No blowjob mind as to why I have not written / call / message etc. ... No excuse to be invented in the long run period ("I had a contagious herpes").
There is no doubt: it is between those who feel more happy, but unfortunately rarely.

It annoys me to hear the other end of the phone or read e-mail as they bitch for not having anticipated your call, but call me if you do then after that I said you rode well chiccherone? Let me call myself, a year or even 10, and take the pleasure of being pampered, thought, love ... but not poison!!

the list of the couch I have a lot of names: some hope to tick soon.

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Reading Evening

I love to read before bedtime. From the reading I do often depends on the serenity of my sleep, book or book chapter cheerful, peaceful dreams, nightmares vice versa. It is not just about books but something peaceful before you sleep may be good for the spirit chamomile.

Since in this period are already excited about my (as evidenced by the cat owned last night), I avoid like the plague books involved, sad, complicated, etc. ...
After reading for the second time the 6 books of Harry Potter, waiting impatiently for the seventh that I ordered in English, last night I did not know what to take from our library.

Incidentally, before they make comments that trash anyway: I accept criticism on my passion for the saga of Ms. Rowling's books only to those who read them. For everyone else: Yes, I'm an incurable child, childish, fantasies of a sick, crazy to be shut, a beam from the mode (but this is already offensive) and all things obvious and predictable that you can think of . And if you slip your comments on the vernacular, God will multiply what I hope. Closed in parentheses.

then I said that I was in anguish for the choice of the evening reading. When I was about to go to bed defeated, my husband should always told me: "Do not Throw Down Read . "
Ok. Diego appreciates Hornby, loved more than I About a boy, and I thought that was an excellent choice: light yet committed between the lines. A pleasant read and not useless. I like it. I'll take it and I slip into bed.
But I had miscalculated the weariness after a single page, however incomprehensible resami looming from sleep, I turned off the light.

morning on the train I started reading again because I had started badly, and I realized that the story revolves around three characters who met in the balance on a roof in an attempt to kill himself ... roof ... cornice ... jump ... like my dream cat!
Then I turned to Diego and told him: "Do not you think that dreams reflect a desire suicide ... And I hope 'for what you gave me this book?"
It was really worried ...

... Anyway, the book is great eh?

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Driven

The hate.

recall with nostalgia the hot summers and sticky with sweat when they eat the ice cubes made sense because it was so hot. And when you saw drinking a glass of water evaporates from the pores that had not yet fallen into the stomach.
Good times ... Already ...
was better when it was worse!

air now conditioning affects our lives. Supermarkets, shops, it is found even in the homes of friends who show pride in their trap and they say the Arctic, with bright eyes of love: "Is not it wonderful?"
in the office. Not any office. An open space (sounds better in English. Enormous Room with big big table looks bad, no?) With bunk desks, a crowd that seems to Host Mid-August and all, all, but you and another classmate to lamentation, which suffering from the heat as if it were to Host August.

The air conditioning temperature is required to "open the refrigerator door," while the unions that the blow out, "which are under eh?" stresses the technical, blurted cruel where it hurts most: it seems that they know all our weaknesses, 'sti children of a large ... whore!
The cold air is seeping under the pitiful sweaters (you can walk around with the wool in late May?) Mercilessly hitting the already battered bones of my neck and sensitive vocal cords of the throat of Paola.
All this because some have hot ... so hot ... so I guess seeing them melt out of the door in August: shhhhh ... un'acquetta of them would remain only a little 'thick and sticky. I'd need a shelter to the Daikin in the summer months.

... daydream our open space emptied by the warm and gentlemen, all on the loose sidewalks of Rome. The air conditioning removed, uprooted from the wall, short circuit and unions launched under a truck running on Tuscolana ...

I know I am a romantic dreamer ...

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Meteorology air dives with environmental disasters

Time wolves today, although not all silver lining: now I do not have to water the garden.

However, with water coming down from the windows of heaven today, not just water the gardens but Pucca in puddles or shins, but that could be included as a sport, we play to "avoid the shower": allegro game team, pedestrians against assholes behind the wheel, which is to avoid passing on the edge of roads if you do not want to end up in the tidal waves of moving cars. But that's another story.

What I received this morning from drowsiness was the talk of some passengers, elderly and non-bus 85, commenting on this crazy time.
From the tone but I could not figure out if they were worried about or had only found a common topic of conversation, something like, "since they put the umbrella space, it does not rain again!" and similar (Quote from a show-Marchesini Lopez-Solenghi).
They said that these seasons are not like they used to be, no longer be distinguished from the winter springs. And then the rain! Mica was when it rained and now, my lady, you look a bit 'she: boat touches around! Oh yes ... we have destroyed this world ...

... I wondered if I really think, if you imagine the concern that the use of their words were true.

I will, I am concerned. Not that kind of concern that makes you build the bunker under the house, rather than making separate their waste, reducing wastage of water pollution discharges, to consider the idea of \u200b\u200balternative energy such as solar panels on the roof, search Fairtrade products at the supermarket, do not buy cosmetics tested on animals. That kind of concern that makes you "move your ass" to express it in one color concept. And I am more than confident that this would be enough if all we do.

But we are more concerned or more lazy?

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Nightmares and cats

I know so much that the nightmares that I should exploit them as subjects for movies or short stories.
It would at least be something useful, instead of having the only function not let me rest at night.

Main subject of last night I disorder: a sweet, innocent kitten. Yes, of course, take me for a ride. "Ah, what a horrifying vision!", "Are you able to sleep or the nose of the kitten chased your eyes wide open in the dark?", "I'm allergic to cats." I have anticipated. However, not
There is nothing more horrible than an innocent creature that turns into a monster, you know? (It closed the topic)

night (and how you sbaji). Cold and rain (... by script). The edge of a ledge, the gap of at least three floors. The feeling that jump is the right thing, not the end but the change was needed. A black and white kitten arrives and place it right below you.
"maaa," which translated is "Come with me." Wait, I thought for a minute ... But certainly you're cute ... I almost ...

The kitten wants to convince me to the end. And then, perhaps wanting to talk to me face to face, suddenly levitates ... And as it rises up at me with glowing eyes (which in itself would not be evil, because it happens to all the cats at night, but sucks in hand if the cat that is flying) and speaks, does not meow like all the f ** k or kittens that are respected and educated, speak the shit! And I said, "Come down the drain, we'll be together." And of course I am! Mo 'is you who have believed! I was in doubt because I could crashing but, damn it, now I'm calm! And while
salt up to my face I feel the fear, the real one, and I wonder what the beast in front of me ... and throw remains fascinating not just to see that mangy Gattaccia meows, speaks ....

I woke up with the wind howled outside, the absence of which would be an unforgivable lack at such a time, and I thought the next cat I see him enough.

... Fortunately the kittens in the world love animals, including worms.

Perhaps Poe was my own dreams.

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