turning a bit 'to meet people online fucking weird and disturbing reality.
For today I'm pleased to read one of my favorite blogs, those who are supposed to look down there, and I'm in a fairy world of home a little 'desperate but amusing that home is not that much since it works pure.
(Voglio dire, il mio concetto arcaico di casalinga implica che una sia soltanto casalinga)
Questa fantastica signora mi fa un sacco ridere, è molto brava nel creare in poche righe un ambiente piacevole, un mondo in cui vuoi rimanere, o che almeno ti vien voglia di conoscere.
E in tre anni ha raggiunto quota 2.400.000 visite.
E non l'ha mica fatto apposta. Cioè, non credo che siano nate tutte dal passaparola, però non è il blog di Totti, che uno ci va per caso.
Fra parentesi
Dal blog di Totti:
25/5
-Oggi calcio, figa.
26/5
-Oggi imparato parola nuova. Oggi calcio E figa
chiusa parentesi
So
Elastigirl is now a bit 'my idol, because with all those visits he did not put even a bit' of advertising. Thing to understand is my ultimate goal and why I write to make money enough to allow me to scratch my dick all day. (For this I should start to take courses in creative writing, with those teachers and De Carlo Moccia.)
So, I ponder, I am like many others, preach evil good and scratching. The difference is that I roam, but then can not do it willingly.
At work last week I found abandoned twenty euro. There was no one around, you could not see clients. I took the money, I took them to the case and I told the boss to keep them by one who forgets to take them back then twenty euro.
He looked at me from the back of his fleeting and Treviso simply said, without lifting his eyes from the cash-ok.
His eyes in a millisecond serebbe made me understand what happened, that look made me feel like a Panda in Indianapolis.
I left without turning round, knowing that if I turned I saw the thread winds euro in your pocket and then tap a beat with his hand on the cheek, as if to be sure you have made safe.
has not lingered. He had no doubts, mechanical.
However, he had the courage to stare and unconsciously decided to just give me a quick look, was deep down shame.
I cling to this, for we still believe that there is karma and that one day the wheel will also run on my side.
I think, I try to believe that such a blond Itchy (who at his house, I bet the balls, even if here voted Gentilini ashamed of it) one day find the road blocked by a gang of Moroccans who are pushers attacked from behind by a team of Indian and angry that someone in the middle of the brawl that launches the reception, t. ipsiliìon adhesive League stronzissimo of my head and all hell breaks loose by showing the Northern Italic idiot that ten fags Union are able to disintegrate the ass of an asshole Treviso in less time than it serve a bere un caffè.
Detto questo mi risulta alquanto difficile tornare all'idea che avevo all'inizio, cioè di scrivere un post sui miei blog preferiti e condirlo di considerazioni su quanto mi faccia sentire a casa ascoltare Branduardi.
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