was about a year ago when I decided to hang up the blog on a nail, was not a good time there and pour out all my paranoia was just worried about my friends and enjoy my enemies.
But first things first:
- March 2006: had just finished my umpteenth troubled love story. He went out with me, but he had not resigned at the end of history with his ex. Result: great sex, but otherwise it was worse than a Mexican tenenovela.
- April 2006: months essential to my existence. Exit Pearl Jam's new album and dates Italian Concert, 5 to be exact. My mood rises wonderfully unexpected, as my bank account sinking irretrievably into the abyss. In those five dates will be added 2 more in Europe.
- May 2006: a dream comes true. After 12 years of ammmore unconditional, I can see Motorpsycho live, front row, but the concert was still the saddest of my life: 1) because it made me mad sun, 2) because I was there alone.
- June / July 2006: victory in the World (so deliriously celebrated in Rome) is the only thing to point out two months of this dish.
- August 2006: Milan is deserted and I have to work so I took leave in September to go to see my beloved, but I do not mind that much. I live for three weeks waiting for me shortly thereafter. In late August I know a guy with whom there is great understanding; spend with him (and my friends) all over the Italian tour.
- September 2006: the best month of my life and intense. Marseille, Bologna, Verona, Milan, Torino, Pistoia and Zagreb. I lived for 10 days without stopping for a moment, I met people from all over the world, I listened to my music, I hugged friends and strangers, I smiled and I cried (with joy and anger), my eyes have seen things that the mind can never forget.
But September will be remembered in the annals as the fastest moving in history.
In three days I packed my life flying wings and I moved in a colorful and beautiful studio, I had to do it because I was forced cohabitation leading to physical and psychological imbalance, without even trying too, I found that these are all 27 sqm my world. Finally
alone, yearning for independence years. A house (say, room, go ') where all mine for the first time I pout unleash total interior designer in me.
As an aesthetic, I have always been the overwhelming need to just surround myself with beautiful things and then I have completely transformed an anonymous studio and sad, in a representation Three-dimensional in my soul away from the white tents hospital away those gray walls, street furniture worthy of a full house in the Russian Communist regime.
- October / November / December 2006: three months unnecessary, as the person with whom I spent. Gazie to god I gave up before he could do more damage.
- March 2006: had just finished my umpteenth troubled love story. He went out with me, but he had not resigned at the end of history with his ex. Result: great sex, but otherwise it was worse than a Mexican tenenovela.
- April 2006: months essential to my existence. Exit Pearl Jam's new album and dates Italian Concert, 5 to be exact. My mood rises wonderfully unexpected, as my bank account sinking irretrievably into the abyss. In those five dates will be added 2 more in Europe.
- May 2006: a dream comes true. After 12 years of ammmore unconditional, I can see Motorpsycho live, front row, but the concert was still the saddest of my life: 1) because it made me mad sun, 2) because I was there alone.
- June / July 2006: victory in the World (so deliriously celebrated in Rome) is the only thing to point out two months of this dish.
- August 2006: Milan is deserted and I have to work so I took leave in September to go to see my beloved, but I do not mind that much. I live for three weeks waiting for me shortly thereafter. In late August I know a guy with whom there is great understanding; spend with him (and my friends) all over the Italian tour.
- September 2006: the best month of my life and intense. Marseille, Bologna, Verona, Milan, Torino, Pistoia and Zagreb. I lived for 10 days without stopping for a moment, I met people from all over the world, I listened to my music, I hugged friends and strangers, I smiled and I cried (with joy and anger), my eyes have seen things that the mind can never forget.
But September will be remembered in the annals as the fastest moving in history.
In three days I packed my life flying wings and I moved in a colorful and beautiful studio, I had to do it because I was forced cohabitation leading to physical and psychological imbalance, without even trying too, I found that these are all 27 sqm my world. Finally
alone, yearning for independence years. A house (say, room, go ') where all mine for the first time I pout unleash total interior designer in me.
As an aesthetic, I have always been the overwhelming need to just surround myself with beautiful things and then I have completely transformed an anonymous studio and sad, in a representation Three-dimensional in my soul away from the white tents hospital away those gray walls, street furniture worthy of a full house in the Russian Communist regime.
- October / November / December 2006: three months unnecessary, as the person with whom I spent. Gazie to god I gave up before he could do more damage.
- January / February 2007: the turning point. I joined the gym and I started a diet, I lost 5kg so far. In June, Pearl Jam will return to Europe (and Italy).
And again ...
And again ...
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