Sip & See Invitations

TEN HOURS AND TWENTY MINUTES AM, BOLOGNA

Effe: "Do I disturb you?"
Her: "No.. But so what?"
Effe: "Today I thought of you, you know. I had to print na 'thing and I have you come to mind, so .. out of nothing."
Elle: "What do you mean by nothing, sorry ..??"
Effe: ".. hmm .. I do not know, that I was thinking the other .. you understand .."
Elle: "Yes, yes, I understand .. .. and nothing you hear, I have to do here in the office, I have the boss behind me and he woke up more pissed off than usual, has not even had coffee and I .. do that .. come on, you can call me later?
Effe "But if you're on msn and talked for half an hour with Lucy, she told me ... come on, do not bitch! I must tell you one thing .. "

NINE HOURS AND THIRTY MINUTES, AM, BOLOGNA

I had just opened my eyes but I was already standing by a quarter of an hour. I certainly went into the bathroom to empty and then I nod in the kitchen in search of a bottle of water contained water. There were some half-empty with cigarette butts floating, other residues of vodka and cola survived the night. The shutter was still down and I had not yet found a shoe left.
I was sitting half-naked, with dried lips and a trickle of drool ready to fall on his chin. I looked at the PC on and the room began to take shape.
I should print a form that I would have to fill out and then send it by mail within twelve. And I did.
turned on the printer and I bent to catch the pack of white sheets. I leaned on the desk while Acrobat Reader and load the file, took off two or three sheets from the pack.
Ahhhhhhiiiiiiiiii.
Every time I cut the paper was surprised. Look at that little cut and shocked the rest. That trickle of blood in rapid eruption astonished me. It remains one of those things that I can not predict after years of bold adolescienza. If I cut with scissors or a knife, began to curse or swear. If I pinch your fingers with the hammer, threw it away and began to chase, always swearing. With the paper is rather surprising. Almost like squeezing the language. And I do not know why. Maybe because we do not ever expect that a being so innocent and pure, an immaculate piece of paper, light and disarmed will cause much discomfort and pain. Always temporary, but still pain. Here, dear, just thinking of you today and I did not know why until I did not saw the stack of papers on my desk. It said 500 sheet SHEET ... .. not really how I came up with six ear but sounds the same, dear.
I sucked my finger bleeding and I took the phone.

Television Show Proposal Sample

I was thinking about you today, the iBook and the banana peel under the umbrella of love 2

We were me, my Mac and the banana peel on this desk. All three with no idea of \u200b\u200bwhat to do tonight. Both altered by the day. dull weather victims. Or better in Italian, metereopatici , which sounds more like a disease (?).
I completely clouded, after hours spent observing the rain dashed against the car probably left out of the garage with a window half open, like a sluggish Bavarian pope at the time of the Crusades, stare at the ceiling waiting for a good night's messaggino who sleeps in bed or let live not far but suspicion. In the unnecessary waiting sketch jealous and malicious mail to a compliant one (s) known to the English course, which is idle for too long and may cancel automatically, and perhaps is even a little thinner.
My beloved Mac, sensitive to temperature and incompetent people, responds to my commands in fits and starts, losing the senses before the breasts Ainett Stephens and one can see that it takes half nipple but then I decided to lower the flag . The basket is filled with over a century and its vacant look you can imagine the urge to shit as soon as possible and pull the chain of process, including even his master into the vortex.
who seems to have clouded the air is less than what remains of the banana (not the usual porn). His soul has left the earth in a few seconds due to the demand of some butterflies in my stomach shut. Given that the last female of the species to interact with my body were the lusty tiger mosquitoes this summer, I met their desires lavishing a 25 inch golden skin of the Eritrean coast.
So we were three and we have not accomplished anything tonight. How to sell ice to Eskimos trying to make the day had a colorful fail. Blame the rain. I know you will not rain tomorrow. I just saw three and two reality TV news on a school of comedians outside Milan (TG4 and Studio Aperto). It does not rain in that part of the hoof. I can put to bed and feel happy. I look at the ceiling clouded. And it rains

Why Is My Artificial Knee Hurting

And we sit and watch the Simpsons. At seven in the evening. We do it like a game, but we both know perfectly well that with each passing day our situation increasingly resembles that of a married couple. What a married couple if not a system of complicity? Ultimately it is only this. Everything else can be there or not: love, children, sex acceptable or bad, the routine, daily routines, confidence and mutual distrust, jealousy, memories, confessions about life above all, the secrets that will never be revealed, cook something together, a beer, a glass of wine, watch the golden light of sunset. They are small, unimportant details, perhaps.
But, gradually, between the two sets in a system of complicity. Everything, even watch the sunset together, is part of this system. And without realizing it, or that there are less than half the official documents, it slips into gear marriage. I know what I say. It happened on other occasions.

(PJG)

Baby Tylenol & Anbesol

Semantics The semantics of love

"Do not you love me?"
"Love is very difficult. I fear that in English there are no suitable shades. It says 'I love you' and that's it. But in English so that there are"
"What?"
"'Te quiero', 'me gustas' is a little less of 'I love you', 'I love you'."
"So many? As if they were to scale?"
"At least in my English is so"
"So you're saying to me tell me that you love me?"
"The semantics of love. I love you and I like you. So far we have. Do not hurry because I'm a slow"
Yes I love you. Totally. I love you "
" So much the better. Begins to suffer now. I'll catch up later "

(PJG)

Breastfeeding Man Vidio In Chaine

Chronicle of an announced Sunday

AS I have thirteen minutes to write something about me and then the sticks are ready Findus (which is not edible).

But then. Something about me ? We should ask others. I am not suitable. The problem is that if someone were to tell me what has happened in these last days would be the only eyewitness to my bed. Sure, there are other circumstances in which I would have liked the bed was a discreet observer of my last 48 hours but not just that case. Not even the shadow of an estrogen. In short, no sex. I have not eaten anything other than Kleenex. And to eliminate the principle of cold, not for ... Damn rain. Thirteen minutes are too short, too. To talk to me. Eh.
increasingly try to remedy the incipient dissolution of my modus vivendi. I build gadgets time to destroy any bad habit. I try to give the habit a lifespan of a gnat on the highway. I leave a spare sort of life between two lives important.
not smoked in the kitchen while waiting for the coffee esca.No.No. I wash some dishes. I read on teletext. I cut my nails. But stop smoking. And I feel great. Virtuoso tamer instincts. In short Noantri a Julien Sorel. But then I connect
iTunes and put her, the divine tiger, and I feel the usual jerk yesterday, with four in the morning.


With me you can smoke your pipe when you want
Because I like you a lot more
And you're so romantic

blue smoke, blue smoke into a cloud and you

And then, and then if a man knows Smoke
Yes, but it was really a man
And I'll love you until you want because you're so


Ta ra ta ta ta ta - ta ra ra ta ta
A man (a man) When
know (smoke )
ra ta ta
A man (a man) When
know (of smoke) and a kiss
the information you have is worth ten

2008 Civic Front License Plate

Some bastard stole the front wheel of my bicycle

was still there, dying. Tied to the pole. Agonizing as Apollo Creed. Standing or nearly so, with her buttocks pressed against the table advertising. It 's my bike. Chin down and your ass dried up. It looks like a pornodiva taking it from behind by an hour and can no longer moan.
And there it is. She looks at me as we look at who does not respect the queue at the supermarket. Or maybe like one, taken from behind, can no longer distinguish pain from pleasure. He asks me why I left without saying goodbye. I do not answer. With claims to me pleadingly waited an entire summer. Right there, tied to the pole green. But I do not believe you. In fact I take breath to reply. The accused sarcastically that he would court the first nice ass that was passed there. But I realize that I have gossip. In the head still the same damn sentence. Unconsciously echoes. The one that says: I like the good firm asses, like that of your friend. Ah! And again I am reminded of that phrase. She remains incredulos, looks down. Rispondere.Ancora not know that a scene of jealousy. We are the usual. I realize I am being too hard and then changed his tone. I am calm and I apologize. Return to me. Recapture the suitcase and take the first step toward the front door. Roncato lily-ball runs on the asphalt and the noise is the type of film that runs a finished film. I understand that I am going to leave everything on that palo.Verdognolo. And while I expect you to resume, stop, or at least tell me something, I accelerate and I approach the entrance of the building. I quit the bunch of keys from his jeans pocket and, without even time to repent, find the key I wanted, I put in the lock. Behind me, the silence is deafening.
are still three days and the silence is still there, next to my bike. Goodbye love hello.