And we are always here. To wait until evening. They are very different from a few years ago. Or maybe I like to think so. I returned to the country for Christmas and I was wandering the streets and every neighbor who greeted me, I raised the usual constant thought: how do you recognize me? I believe differently and instead I have the same fucking hair and crooked walk ever.
If you ask me what job I do now, I am happy to be able to say one thing that nobody understands. My gia'chiesto I have a couple of times. I know they is not 'that damn much. It 's the next. They should tell the neighbor and not know what to say.
I do not know if I'm serving evil.
I would like to throw insults on my neighbors computer. But I can not. These days I have the confidence and skills' assessment of a lemming is about to plunge into the ditch.
I would tell the Xmas party, the call from Minneapolis and the certainty that I would be sacked hic et nunc, ceteribus paribus, et cetera. But I do not like. At the end are always the same three or three crap crap that propose to myself and then to return in the evening I can not sleep and I try to take in autopunirmi Crane sink.
Bello the Wombats concert. It was the first time I saw a mosh in the Netherlands. Monday 'to see if I can borrow a ticket to Jens Lekman.
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