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But that's me I've got a piece of ice instead of the heart or people in general-that January will be cold-longer wants to be touched?

I'm going to see "The first nice thing" with the neighbor.
I had read some good reviews, and those who already had seen it would say "ah cry."
It goes well, if it is safe to cry cry twice the average, it is usually the case.

I enjoy the movie, I laugh, I sometimes soften, but perhaps I had too many expectations on me and I kept saying "but when it really makes you cry?". Just a slight commotion at the time of marriage and towards the end, however, that was predictable ... so the lights come back on and I liked the film will not be covered even if some of my favorites, I tell myself. The neighbor but is undone by tears. Boh. Around me people who wipes her tears. Days later, the status of friends on FB dwell on the tears shed for this film.
Ecchecavolo, I saw a "Cinema Paradiso" of the 2000s and I have not noticed? I'm putting badly.

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I had a beautiful phrase in mind. Removed. Shopping

have overdosed. Gate, I think, gate, one more.

There is a nasty sky today, disgusting. Milky and thick that it makes me get annoyed if I look outside. Then I get the items from Home, and I imagine them all there, fooling around and do the Sunday lunch, and it makes me nervous. Then one more.
and this weekend so, for what? We should pass them in different ways, and pour le reste, on s'en foute. J'ai besoin du soleil
, au moins the weekend.
Ph.

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I have a € 100 gift voucher to spend at the bookstore. I did my good listina a notebook, but it will be difficult to meet. 'Cause I know when I'll be there in the midst of all those covers, I will find irresistible 10 other books that are not in the list. And I will send to ruin it with my own hands.

I must buy the 2010 agenda. Are indietrissimo and forget that January is almost over already. I will flatten the memory if not.

And the fridge is half-empty because I slowly slid in the morning and I missed the appointment with the street market tobacco. It 's a nice place that, on Saturday morning. There Sardinian vegetables, tomato Camone of Pula, the artichoke Samassi. They are beautiful things to buy too much and cost much less than the Simply rinse the vegetables. I'm turning into a good housewife who goes to the market and cooking artichokes and then the tips of the fingers black? Only on Saturday. When I feel like it.

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90

In Milan there is the fog. Thick so thick that you can not see even more puffs of smoke come out of the mouth. I leave the meter with the torrent of the 19 people, and makes me laugh as we all follow the same path in an orderly, who goes out to those who enter right to left, and there are nearly parallel paths in these dungeons. Outside the Chinese dismantle their stand of interesting clothes, and I tell you, they make sure that overtime. Then find the 90 hot hot and I get on. The 90 is a very interesting place. Much more interesting than the 3, too dude, too many people going to work in a suit and tie. On 90 there are all the others, however. There are Arab women with strollers and a big boy / girl that holds them by the hand, there are groups of boys who work in an unspecified site near the metro, there are old ladies with shopping carts and we are working girls but no suit, there are also some students and aspiring model. There are the guys willing to push the trolley when it stops in the middle of the road (obviously not Italians: the Italian men in situations seems to dileguino, disappeared). I am in the middle, stuck as best, which ultimately is not the 90 that it is precisely the point. I do not have time to think, in the midst of this bedlam. Jumping from one to another commitment and I can not seem to know more the girl who spent long afternoons reading and was also the time to be bored.

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The Incredible Hulk

There is a packet of crisps which looks rustic from the cabinet near the kitchen.
She looks at me, only a couple of yards distances us.
I could get up off the couch, moving further away from the book of Japanese do not know to read and grasp the rustic.
Or I can continue to watch it, so Sunday will seem longer. Type
until I eat those chips will not end on Sunday .
Mh. I'll stop.
'm just prey to the melancholy end-Sunday, further exacerbated by the cries of the neighbor across the inhuman. Apparently it is a contemporary Sicilian, I meet the morning in the elevator, but the evening turns into a sort of Incredible Hulk slamming objects and shouting wildly at someone.
Then it happens that the morning in the elevator tell me eh, I always have problems in my throat when I'm in Milan . Eccicredo, if you shout so much that you do not already has crushed his larynx.
However, now that I am very fallen in my role as a seeker of things, I have some clues to the troubled double life of the Sicilian

- his girlfriend betrays him in Sicily, but the two who have been together for 12 years, not can let
- his girlfriend lives in the apartment here in front of segregated, and does not have enough voice to surpass the outbursts of jealous boyfriend
[in fact we have not yet figured out if the girl lives with him or not: when he stops scream you hear a female voice that answers, but it could be a phone Hands-free]
- his girlfriend is very incriminating exchanges messages with someone else, he discovered them and is doing it to him to pay (but does it pay well to our ears) [the screams are often subject as a "cursed phone "]
- the recipient of the screams is not the girl but a mother
particularly oppressive and troublesome that ruined her son's life
- he is schizophrenic, and screaming at the ghosts in her head

Whatever happens, this story now involves all of us. When we start screaming slingshot against the door, locking up, and we hope not to hear strange noises. I guess the other neighbors in the same position ... ears alert and chills down my spine.