Well, yes. I'm still on the road.
Yesterday I called the guy in the room of fairy tales (horror) and he told me that they found another. We have lost them. They could have cleaned the bathroom and something decent to eat in the evening. Tiè!
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Halloween Jeff Hardy Costume
Homeless / 2
Well, yes. I'm still on the road.
Yesterday I called the guy in the room of fairy tales (horror) and he told me that they found another. We have lost them. They could have cleaned the bathroom and something decent to eat in the evening. Tiè!
Well, yes. I'm still on the road.
Yesterday I called the guy in the room of fairy tales (horror) and he told me that they found another. We have lost them. They could have cleaned the bathroom and something decent to eat in the evening. Tiè!
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Birthday Clip Arts For Adults
Telefonofobia
tonight are more hysterical than ever. My house looks like the switchboard customer service Telecom Italy. Only that we respond and we have no jingle of waiting. And the beautiful thing
is that half the calls are advertisements / requests for money / people wrong number.
The best was last night. The phone rings, I take it. Hello? Silence ... Hello! (E ', a recorded message and are 9.30pm) To speak to an operator press a button. throw down. An operator of what? But most of all ... annoys me when I called him (the operator) according to you I speak of my own free will? Bah ... Perhaps pointing to my curiosity.
few nights ago called a chick. I always am. Hello? Silence ... I dialed the wrong number? I do not know if it's a joke. It depends who's looking for? -Raffaella. "Then he dialed the wrong number. Tuuuuuu ... Imagine!
deserve a separate post the operators. Their insistence when they try to sell you something directly proportional to their laziness when you are to want something from them. Get to the point of being rude. This does not apply to me at all.
Some time ago there was around a lottery. Organized by those who do not remember, honestly. They called a dozen times in a week. One night, after four calls and four not have called a fifth time. Guess who has responded. That's right, me. Hello? - Hi, I'm calling to inform you that we are selling the balls ... - I know it's the fifth time that you call today. - Ah .. and took them the tickets? - No - So what ... - you think if you do not I took the four previous times I'll tell you of this time? - do not know ... - No, good evening.
Must be a conspiracy. They are in cahoots with the order of psychologists. They want me to be a nervous breakdown. When I too will turn
whirling the balls begin to denounce all. The phone book next to the name can be a symbol, not honestly know what that means "you can call me and break me with your offers." Next to my number there!
Or I could have put a number next to my skull. The meaning seems clear.
Here's another reason why I love Genoa, I will not have a fixed number. 
tonight are more hysterical than ever. My house looks like the switchboard customer service Telecom Italy. Only that we respond and we have no jingle of waiting. And the beautiful thing
is that half the calls are advertisements / requests for money / people wrong number.
The best was last night. The phone rings, I take it. Hello? Silence ... Hello! (E ', a recorded message and are 9.30pm) To speak to an operator press a button. throw down. An operator of what? But most of all ... annoys me when I called him (the operator) according to you I speak of my own free will? Bah ... Perhaps pointing to my curiosity.
few nights ago called a chick. I always am. Hello? Silence ... I dialed the wrong number? I do not know if it's a joke. It depends who's looking for? -Raffaella. "Then he dialed the wrong number. Tuuuuuu ... Imagine!
deserve a separate post the operators. Their insistence when they try to sell you something directly proportional to their laziness when you are to want something from them. Get to the point of being rude. This does not apply to me at all.
Some time ago there was around a lottery. Organized by those who do not remember, honestly. They called a dozen times in a week. One night, after four calls and four not have called a fifth time. Guess who has responded. That's right, me. Hello? - Hi, I'm calling to inform you that we are selling the balls ... - I know it's the fifth time that you call today. - Ah .. and took them the tickets? - No - So what ... - you think if you do not I took the four previous times I'll tell you of this time? - do not know ... - No, good evening.
Must be a conspiracy. They are in cahoots with the order of psychologists. They want me to be a nervous breakdown. When I too will turn
whirling the balls begin to denounce all. The phone book next to the name can be a symbol, not honestly know what that means "you can call me and break me with your offers." Next to my number there!
Or I could have put a number next to my skull. The meaning seems clear.
Here's another reason why I love Genoa, I will not have a fixed number.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Free Streaming Mario Salieri
Why the hate makes you fat
today are packed with hate! Pure hatred. I find negatives in everything. As a friend says, I'm poisoned .
After spending the night with accusations, tears, insults and attempts to explain I had a pretty sleepless night. I was abruptly woken up one quarter of an hour after awakening from a neighbor with the hobby of DIY. And I assure you that it was premature. I went to a mall with my mom looking for a gift. I was psychologically harassed by an annoying job that wanted me to take ugly shoes that I was Japanese-style wide. I struggled with the cash machine at the supermarket. When she arrived home, I struggled with the printer, which broke the button to scroll through the cartridges. It had to change one. I dismounted, I changed the cartridge and I fixed the button. All this after a long gibberish. I tried to print something but I can only print in draft mode . Despite having set the text mode . After another long rant I still have not solved anything. And I wasted several sheets. I started to read and has a well thought out beginning your fly buzzing around. He challenged the sealing of my nervous system. He lost. It has paid the loss to life. I have back pain and nausea. I'm tired.
I am seriously considering the idea of \u200b\u200bstarting to use drugs. I think
eventually I'll just chocolate. 
today are packed with hate! Pure hatred. I find negatives in everything. As a friend says, I'm poisoned .
After spending the night with accusations, tears, insults and attempts to explain I had a pretty sleepless night. I was abruptly woken up one quarter of an hour after awakening from a neighbor with the hobby of DIY. And I assure you that it was premature. I went to a mall with my mom looking for a gift. I was psychologically harassed by an annoying job that wanted me to take ugly shoes that I was Japanese-style wide. I struggled with the cash machine at the supermarket. When she arrived home, I struggled with the printer, which broke the button to scroll through the cartridges. It had to change one. I dismounted, I changed the cartridge and I fixed the button. All this after a long gibberish. I tried to print something but I can only print in draft mode . Despite having set the text mode . After another long rant I still have not solved anything. And I wasted several sheets. I started to read and has a well thought out beginning your fly buzzing around. He challenged the sealing of my nervous system. He lost. It has paid the loss to life. I have back pain and nausea. I'm tired.
I am seriously considering the idea of \u200b\u200bstarting to use drugs. I think
eventually I'll just chocolate.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Shortwood Road Jamaica
Homeless
Here's my predicted record of bankruptcy, for now, looking for a room.
The bottom line is that the room I need only until November. Hopefully. Why I made the application for university accommodation and into November, if I may obtain on the streets. But who ever rented a room for only two months?! No logic.
I'm leaving my number to the right and left, hoping that some room remains empty for the end of September. If at the end of September is still empty you can not find anyone. And there inspired me! Two months are better than nothing. I must tell you absolutely
the apartment I went to see yesterday. My great hope. Calling
studio apartment is like calling the kennel of a dog. Let me explain. Just to Start pouring is on the fourth floor of a dilapidated building with no elevator. What I called is actually the fourth floor attic, or pigeon. When I arrived at the door the first thing I said was: "It 's a joke right?". After entering the answer came loud and clear: no.
For access to what might be going through my room that was once a folding door. Now is a piece of plastic broken-down creaking. The room is a bed on a wooden loft. It is enough. But the guy has assured me arriving a desk and a wardrobe. Wow.
The rest of the house is not better. Passing through a narrow corridor passing near a common room with TV and computer from which you access to another bedroom. At the end of the hall is the laundry. Turning right is another hallway, which leads to the kitchen to the bathroom and another bedroom. The kitchen is practically another corridor. A curse for me as a cook. I prefer not to mention the bathroom, I would not be too vulgar. It will also avoid the detailed description of the dirt and disorder. In the
topai ... er I mean house, live three boys, a dog and a cat. And the guy who showed it to me had the courage to ask me if I annoy the animals. I doubt that they were to reduce it in that state.
Even with this guy I was like everyone else. We feel in a couple of weeks.
Let me explain why it is my great hope. Who would live there for 250 € a month there? Nobody in their right mind. Also because Genoa is a city dear, for 250 € is a lot better. If no one has the courage to go there, I'll go! Armed with rubber gloves and disinfectant hospital.
You have to think positive. Those four flights of stairs I will do just fine, for the breath and the buttocks. It is a 10 minute walk to the right.
At the end of the facts I love the shack.
We hope that the dream may be shattered. 
Here's my predicted record of bankruptcy, for now, looking for a room.
The bottom line is that the room I need only until November. Hopefully. Why I made the application for university accommodation and into November, if I may obtain on the streets. But who ever rented a room for only two months?! No logic.
I'm leaving my number to the right and left, hoping that some room remains empty for the end of September. If at the end of September is still empty you can not find anyone. And there inspired me! Two months are better than nothing. I must tell you absolutely
the apartment I went to see yesterday. My great hope. Calling
studio apartment is like calling the kennel of a dog. Let me explain. Just to Start pouring is on the fourth floor of a dilapidated building with no elevator. What I called is actually the fourth floor attic, or pigeon. When I arrived at the door the first thing I said was: "It 's a joke right?". After entering the answer came loud and clear: no.
For access to what might be going through my room that was once a folding door. Now is a piece of plastic broken-down creaking. The room is a bed on a wooden loft. It is enough. But the guy has assured me arriving a desk and a wardrobe. Wow.
The rest of the house is not better. Passing through a narrow corridor passing near a common room with TV and computer from which you access to another bedroom. At the end of the hall is the laundry. Turning right is another hallway, which leads to the kitchen to the bathroom and another bedroom. The kitchen is practically another corridor. A curse for me as a cook. I prefer not to mention the bathroom, I would not be too vulgar. It will also avoid the detailed description of the dirt and disorder. In the
topai ... er I mean house, live three boys, a dog and a cat. And the guy who showed it to me had the courage to ask me if I annoy the animals. I doubt that they were to reduce it in that state.
Even with this guy I was like everyone else. We feel in a couple of weeks.
Let me explain why it is my great hope. Who would live there for 250 € a month there? Nobody in their right mind. Also because Genoa is a city dear, for 250 € is a lot better. If no one has the courage to go there, I'll go! Armed with rubber gloves and disinfectant hospital.
You have to think positive. Those four flights of stairs I will do just fine, for the breath and the buttocks. It is a 10 minute walk to the right.
At the end of the facts I love the shack.
We hope that the dream may be shattered.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Friday, September 7, 2007
Building A Wooden Swing Set
Euforia! Just one question
I am officially a student of languages!
Yesterday I finished all the laps I had to do to top that. I paid for everything. I made photocopies of a thousand documents. I put signatures everywhere. I took the pictures. And finally I have my beautiful blue booklet with gold lettering University of Genoa. They are the serial No 3141591. I also have a beautiful magnetic card to be used in the canteen, cinema and the CUS (University in Genoa's pay 3 €!).
As you can see this is an outburst of happy hysteria. I'm delighted. How not happened for quite a while. I will begin my new life soon. Before it seemed only a mirage, a dream. Now it's so real. I will know new people, I see new things, I will study new things. I love
Genoa. I love the people walking in the streets. I love the cake I make every morning to the bakery Puglia (I know it sounds strange, but it is good the same and costs less). I love stores that have clothes in my size. I love libraries, which have the books I need. I love the Old Port and its benches under the palm trees. I like the spring breeze that is almost always cool in summer and warm in winter. I love the ethnic restaurants. I also love the smell of fish, whether it is in Genoa!
I am officially a student of languages!
Yesterday I finished all the laps I had to do to top that. I paid for everything. I made photocopies of a thousand documents. I put signatures everywhere. I took the pictures. And finally I have my beautiful blue booklet with gold lettering University of Genoa. They are the serial No 3141591. I also have a beautiful magnetic card to be used in the canteen, cinema and the CUS (University in Genoa's pay 3 €!).
As you can see this is an outburst of happy hysteria. I'm delighted. How not happened for quite a while. I will begin my new life soon. Before it seemed only a mirage, a dream. Now it's so real. I will know new people, I see new things, I will study new things. I love
Genoa. I love the people walking in the streets. I love the cake I make every morning to the bakery Puglia (I know it sounds strange, but it is good the same and costs less). I love stores that have clothes in my size. I love libraries, which have the books I need. I love the Old Port and its benches under the palm trees. I like the spring breeze that is almost always cool in summer and warm in winter. I love the ethnic restaurants. I also love the smell of fish, whether it is in Genoa!
Why 
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Wording Congratulations On Your New Baby
encouraged me to write saying that I am good when it is obvious that you do not care minimante read what I write?
Monday, September 3, 2007
Dressy Petite Dressses
Genoese
This morning, after 3 hours of sleep, I arrived happy and perky in Genoa. Well, not quite perky but happy it from. Objective of the morning: Confirm preimmatricolazione. Wow!
First stop: Via Balbi 4 (only 4 for Balbi regulars), where the man signs up for two exams and wanders in search of two teachers ghosts. After the search with negative results we head finally Balbi 5, where there is the Hall of registration. The excitement continues to grow.
stationed at the foot of the stairs there are the usual vultures. Children of disparate groups seeking to have gotten lost and end up with a simple leaflet to ask the phone number, know, for meetings ... ignore them with the toughest of the nerve and go on. I'm going to officially be a college student, by golly, that want to fool me reading your meetings?! Then I read in the mind, not aloud. Oh well.
arrived in the Hall (which is not Fair, is a courtyard) my eyes sparkle. Stand by all faculties, boys are ready to direct you right to the door, future freshmen who rummage in their documents. I have a stupid smile on my face when trac, the doubt creeps in me. Am I doing the thing right? Yes, I answered the Jiminy Cricket of the situation.
Excellent. I headed to the booth with a sign "registration confirmation" and a friendly guy stopped me and asked me what I need. "I should confirm the registration. Look at my papers and says, "you've already paid the note?" "No, I do now?" "Yes, go to the left so you give them." "Ok." "But you do not have the serial number." "Um, I do not know." "No, do not have it. Go there you refer to the paper."
Nooooooooo. I knew it. It could not be easier. Ok. Calm and cool. But because this stupid site told me all these things?
Ok. 'm Going to redo the paper, with the serial number on. I'm going to pick up the bulletins. Send me there to see if dell'ARSU stand with my income I am entitled to the scholarship. I'm going to stand dell'ARSU. Am I eligible for a grant, but the income is the old one. Merd . What an idiot I am. I took the wrong one. Well. A morning wasted. At least next time I order everything with no one throwing me from one stand to another.
While the man is a turn around specialist for the goose I phone home. I'm stupid or new documents were not where they should be?
At home they are not. Strange.
to forget the ugly episode we head toward the center. Shopping!
First we go into a library. What beautiful. The the guy who organizes the system that should go to piùgrandecentrocommercialedelnordovest. The sections are placed with a sense of logic and the authors are in alphabetical order! In a moment I find exactly the book I was looking for. Yes, the same one that was not there. Tze. And I find myself scrutinizing others 7 others that I would take. But I limit myself to only two. The man picks up a book on the skinhead movement from the '60s to today and we leave satisfied.
We are entering a clothing store where I found a pair of pants that I like my size! I should just write a post on this topic. Sizes. But the merchants of Piacenza think that anorexics are the only ones to dress?
The morning is then saved by these happy discoveries.
get home in the evening. The new documents were not found. My mother looks at what I picked up myself. He shows me. Curse. And 'the right one. Expires at the end of October. The chick was wrong. He looked the wrong year.
These are the things that make you realize how fleeting happiness given by a good book or a pair of pants of the right size. But porc ... 
This morning, after 3 hours of sleep, I arrived happy and perky in Genoa. Well, not quite perky but happy it from. Objective of the morning: Confirm preimmatricolazione. Wow!
First stop: Via Balbi 4 (only 4 for Balbi regulars), where the man signs up for two exams and wanders in search of two teachers ghosts. After the search with negative results we head finally Balbi 5, where there is the Hall of registration. The excitement continues to grow.
stationed at the foot of the stairs there are the usual vultures. Children of disparate groups seeking to have gotten lost and end up with a simple leaflet to ask the phone number, know, for meetings ... ignore them with the toughest of the nerve and go on. I'm going to officially be a college student, by golly, that want to fool me reading your meetings?! Then I read in the mind, not aloud. Oh well.
arrived in the Hall (which is not Fair, is a courtyard) my eyes sparkle. Stand by all faculties, boys are ready to direct you right to the door, future freshmen who rummage in their documents. I have a stupid smile on my face when trac, the doubt creeps in me. Am I doing the thing right? Yes, I answered the Jiminy Cricket of the situation.
Excellent. I headed to the booth with a sign "registration confirmation" and a friendly guy stopped me and asked me what I need. "I should confirm the registration. Look at my papers and says, "you've already paid the note?" "No, I do now?" "Yes, go to the left so you give them." "Ok." "But you do not have the serial number." "Um, I do not know." "No, do not have it. Go there you refer to the paper."
Nooooooooo. I knew it. It could not be easier. Ok. Calm and cool. But because this stupid site told me all these things?
Ok. 'm Going to redo the paper, with the serial number on. I'm going to pick up the bulletins. Send me there to see if dell'ARSU stand with my income I am entitled to the scholarship. I'm going to stand dell'ARSU. Am I eligible for a grant, but the income is the old one. Merd . What an idiot I am. I took the wrong one. Well. A morning wasted. At least next time I order everything with no one throwing me from one stand to another.
While the man is a turn around specialist for the goose I phone home. I'm stupid or new documents were not where they should be?
At home they are not. Strange.
to forget the ugly episode we head toward the center. Shopping!
First we go into a library. What beautiful. The the guy who organizes the system that should go to piùgrandecentrocommercialedelnordovest. The sections are placed with a sense of logic and the authors are in alphabetical order! In a moment I find exactly the book I was looking for. Yes, the same one that was not there. Tze. And I find myself scrutinizing others 7 others that I would take. But I limit myself to only two. The man picks up a book on the skinhead movement from the '60s to today and we leave satisfied.
We are entering a clothing store where I found a pair of pants that I like my size! I should just write a post on this topic. Sizes. But the merchants of Piacenza think that anorexics are the only ones to dress?
The morning is then saved by these happy discoveries.
get home in the evening. The new documents were not found. My mother looks at what I picked up myself. He shows me. Curse. And 'the right one. Expires at the end of October. The chick was wrong. He looked the wrong year.
These are the things that make you realize how fleeting happiness given by a good book or a pair of pants of the right size. But porc ...
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