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Optimism is the fragrance of life ... but I prefer j'adore

You have decided to rehabilitate your image.

The

you thought and have decided to cantuccini cramming, to be honest, that every bite premolars - decided to try a life rather than rock - trembled with fear.

fact it happens every day you come home from work and eat possessed by a primitive form of emotional eating.

No, this is not a good incipit. It is a beautiful image can rehabilitate your image.

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Alternative Incipit:

You have decided to rehabilitate your image.

You've decided after being at home, real home, one in which southerners proudly are coming ...

No, not good either way. So looks like a misfit, one who does not live well in real life is. change log.

Incipit Alternative the alternative:

You have decided to rehabilitate your image.

Have you decided when you read an ambiguous mix of concern and compassion in the eyes of your friends, troubled by swinging your balance from your dissatisfaction, Then, as if life was full of people cheering, we were not even Gordon Gekko in 1985 ... maybe it's just getting used to the dissatisfaction, accept it and move on.

... But shit! Again bad incipit.

Incipit meta-alternative the alternative:

You have decided to rehabilitate your image. The

because after you've decided you're not so bad mica. You've decided you have a job because after all, a stable relationship unstable, a column full of Ikea dvd beautiful, new clothes, a lot 'of Entrecote Woronoff to eat out for dinner recently.

Dopotuto go to work listening to Iggy Pop's Lust for Life, and reading "Nichi Vendola - Comizi of Love" in one of the most right-wing in Italy. You're not so bad because you'll get 10 days' holiday at Christmas, you will enjoy home, the smiles, the smell of the sheets washed by Mom, you do not ever understand why it is so damn good most of the smell of the sheets washed by you. You'll enjoy the coast while in winter the sun sets and the sky turns a strange color of all the padding between purple, blue and orange and the various "passes for coffee, dance parties of the left "to hear some famous local band that strums nostalgic pieces of times ever lived. You're not so bad because even at Christmas, Milan makes seem less horrible, with a glittering display cases of gold and always too expensive, it seems that the gallery decorated Las Vegas, the stalls on Via Dante, who seem to say "still homeless, you too can buy Christmas presents. " You're not so bad because, yes, ok, makes a cold pork, but often it's sunny in Milan that makes the headlines Madunina that if you were to cry tears of aged rum. You're not so bad because even if the government is still standing, going to the slaughterhouse and, although you can not participate in constantly repeat yourself "Tifiamo tifiamo revolt revolt revolt tifiamo. You're not so bad because, yes, ok, yes, you are following the events of Big Brother 11, but you are also discovering the film by Nanni Moretti. You're not so bad because when you get a nice pair of heels and restoration you can still feel her pussy and watching a movie when you still can not grasp the poem is and what is missing. You're not so bad because they stagger but not soft, and the next weekend to stagger the arcades of Bologna, Via Zamboni to Via delle Moline, with a moist and dense fog that seems to condense all around lights next to the yellowish red facades, medieval and communist . And then you'll stop by bombocrepes, where did you ever stop the rest without ever buying anything.

're not so bad after all because no one is going so well. Only you can not tell. Furthermore, the

've always said it's all the fault of fairy tales. Of that beloved "and they lived happily ever after and happy" that it is the apotheosis of the lie, the supreme synthesis of the most infamous one can inculcate in the mind of a young and ignorant vagina "forever" + "happy" + " happy, "an explosive amalgam that makes me want to take Walt Disney (which will not have invented him, is sentence, but for sure helped to make them public at large) and stuck all the people of Duckburg and mice where the talking animals not should never enter.

The fairy tales should end with "and drew a living until burst, leaving a lot of things unresolved."

So yes, that would make sense.

Nooo!

I had it almost done! Fuck!

Final inappropriate to rehabilitate your image. Corrigenda immediately.

alternate ending:

're not so bad because it works on a client that you like and why even if your contract ends in two weeks and no one has yet deigned to let you know if you confirm for how long and especially with that "contractual adjustment" ... for the "make me laugh, what I offer? Quattroeuroecinquantacentesimi more per month for the next 6 months?"

NOOOOOOOO!

falling back Are you there! Damn!

Final frikkettone :

're not so bad because you're in premestruo and this kind of willful optimism in premestruo is really a symptom of an awareness, a desire to address events for those who are, to defend the beauty that is there.

least for a week.

For the rest, I apologize for the ugliness of this post.

But do not write more, you lose the hand.

Over and out.
M.

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Even the slaves go to concerts (Interpol)

Now you're doomed to fight the brazen myths of your generation burned.

gggiovane When you were you were told - by those who do not remember, probably from Uan Snowman - that sick, was used to grow. So being a scorpion with literary ambitions, of course, who have assumed a strange propensity for crucibles in the darkest despair. But still claiming a large need for serenity. There must also be said, however, that at least when you were gggiovane, made you feel bad writing. Amenities of immeasurable indecency, however, made you write and you felt that somehow you were doing what they were coming to this dirty world (megalomania is a very ugly beast, luckily it comes to annihilate the world of work).

Almost 15 years you seemed to have 25, 40 and 18 you could hear it now, 25 are already in menopause. Some sort of upside Benjamin Button and with considerably less sex appeal of Brad Pitt. But the pain, that just bites you in the belly and I sit on my heart a bit 'like the wild boar that bizarre advertising laxative on the intestine ago - well that pain needed to get stronger, more developed peers (that ass ), was used to grow and impress the older males with disturbing your maturity. Wow.

At one point, but the fabulous mechanism patior, ergo sum "has stopped working. And now there's nothing constructive in the suffering of perversely / intolerance. Now it's a different battle, perhaps for the first time true and if a side seeks to address the other six hopelessly seduced by the idea of \u200b\u200brenunciation, withdrawal is not defeat intelligent.

thoughts are hatched for months and exploded last week, in random coincide with your menstrual cycle. Last Wednesday, after your nervous system has collapsed under the daily harassment from the person who uses (as usual, in short), after mystical crisis, crying hysterically, the elixir of frustration that even kindergarten when you made a crap on me and teachers have scoured the butt of all children to get to discover that you were the Shitter - lucky old days - you've tried one thing after ... and decided to resign after deciding that they do not have renewed, after you've heard her say things like:

"now you have to put all the energy you have!"

( beginning of royal jelly to me or I passed the cocaine from the company benefits, as is rampant in this post-modern metropolis?)

"I expect you to take this challenge! "

( but fuck, but did not have to fire me but bitch ?.... ...)

"is not enough, do not count for anything that remains until the evening to 20"

(uh. .. and I thought that he had abdicated my life made sense ...)

"if you want, you can!"

(and Venice is beautiful but I would live there)

"You are very good at writing ... is important but not sufficient"

(but should! And I thought that could live to write, but every day I came here to give you the most forbidden of the orifices as a hobby ... to be a writer because I get bored billionaire)

"this is a job all-encompassing"

(this is slavery total, you mean ...)

"but I think it's worth it ..."

(and I believe that you face punishment ...)

"now share it with all your strength!"

(sorry, but I was not s firing?)

After all this, you decide that you no longer touch the bottom of yourself as bad during the last week. So when you look at the writing on your right thigh, "Best before 31.12.10" you do not think you have to beat. That whatever will be, to address it. What if you do not renew, much better, as Tyler Durden would say.

What if someone responds to your CV posted an average of .15 to 1 at night, the better.

What if you do not change anything, you let things slide, and the day will not go over well, bon. Peace. Enemies as before. Goodbye.

Why more and more, in you, you hear the clear desire to rewrite your present. Dreams to fill a blank page again. And in the meantime, resist. But only until you make it. Then, "Where have you come u zipp'r chianti" as they say in your shares.

positive note last week was a concert of Interpol, which catapulted you right after the disaster training. There you go with the One and her man, his friend, his not-well-you-know-what. The FRA was your friend adoratissima University. Partner of concerts, of raids, of post-adolescent Paturnie and hypothetical trips. It was so reassuring to have the One as a friend. Have you met outside the office, you are gone from home and then straight to Palasharp. The beer drinking at concerts you do not why but induce an unusual stress to the bladder, and so, clutching his legs very well to clip the most natural physiological need, you listened to your Interpol, setting the stage lights and icy, staring at a tiny Paul Banks and ensuring that their music will invade and fill wherever possible, filling every space of your thoughts. Did you like, you like Interpol, but have found them a bit 'icy. There is, it is in their music, it is in their mind, do you think when you see between this one of those awesome feeling that sometimes can be seen between the band and their audience.

During the concert, however, want to talk to the One was great, from that last cafe two years ago, to know its Erasmus, of what he does, when you Bachelor, one that combines the others. And find that nothing still works, which are all still at university, you do get a strange feeling roughly summed up as: "Who the fuck did it do me?"

Then the show ends, the lights come on, the crowd starts to flow, and neither can you, you walk towards their car. With the promise - which will probably be disregarded, but what counts is the thought - to see you soon, perhaps at mgmt concert in December ... it will be even more fun.

Oxygen Blender Purpose

Damned menstruation. Damn Radiohead.

No Surprises.

Radiohead.

and guidance.

raining outside. In Milan it's raining. It's raining here forever, but Brandon Lee could not know.

With the elevated walk between the buildings, entering the homes of people, humanity intimate and misted the walls, broken intermittently by the holes of the blinds, which the North calls them "blind", just that you do not you can do to call them "blind", for you are and always will be "blind".

It 'Sunday, six on the second day of the cycle, you just leave half of the central station and plays Melinda in No Surprises by Radiohead while driving in the dark New this winter, under a light rain and uninterrupted.

And remember, you're always with you No Surprises made of incredible blunders, while driving in the dark of the winter southern winter was not with it's 16 degrees on average. Remember that centuries have passed since you were still blonde eyebrows ever since you were in order and went back home at night, the real home in those strange times between graduation and London, between London and the master, when you know that so comfortable that life would not last, they were just way, you'd be gone, again and again. Always try that feeling every move, every change. Every time a train, a bus, a plane will carried away, you see the lights of your clay soil vanish and breathe deeply, thinking it would come sooner or later, the day after you have not done any more effect.

Damned menstruation.

Damn Radiohead.

For the rest you've turned 25, which are not too many nor few. I am a quarter of a century, the turning point towards the 30, if not already showing that they are 35, but it matters little.

Despite cocoprofagia which you are a victim, you tried to organize the force, however, a dinner at home, discovering the substantial gap that exists between two people to cook and cook for 12. For your birthday in the office have even thought to make you the most desirable gift of all: a plant - in the light of your famous green thumb, that the only plant you have in your house has more medals to the value of a Vietnam veteran - and no less than 2 feedback, one from each end.

Historian boss told you that you (not in alphabetical order): arrogant, not humble, destructive, who treat her like a moron, who is afraid to ask things.

He added: "It is not enough to be a genius to be good writing."

You replied: "I'm not a genius about anything ...". Then you have been silent. Have you received. You apologized, promising that we'll work on that you keep forever room in order, that will always make the tasks that do not want the stuff or the husband of others who do not appoint more than God's name in vain and that no longer listens to rock music.

The second boss, for which you are overblown overblown as an edelweiss in mid-August on the coast road, which contribute to the boss every day to the sacred cause of unpaid overtime (and-even-have-bitch- -slacker!) grant by donating your mental health, well, the second boss told you: "I am very glad, for writing ... you see things on the fly, no, the communication mechanisms you express yourself ... well ...". And this is the classical FV (step Vaseline) which - as is known - is to make it less painful the next frontier of sodomy and professional, the so-called eco-friendly, for which your virtues are broken up with a beautiful Norwegian spruce tree.

So you were there, suspended between good and evil, anxiously awaiting the fateful "but" the exact same "but" you use when you want to give up some adorable boyfriend, perfect on paper, but you more or intrippa less as a drama channel 5 without Gabriel Garko.

"I love you ... blah ... BUT ... I'm at a stage in my life when ...."

leaders should study a bit of rhetorical constructions' most daring and less predictable. But it would be asking too much.

And, indeed, timely as it comes in the most squalid scripts:

"... is that sometimes I wish I were a bit 'more .........." and this replaces the black-out language, the complete annihilation of any property of language that causes the boss to avail itself of the gestural communication of the body to compensate for the apparent deficiency dialectical

both hands are closed, the two fists are combined in the same plane and are arranged side by side, with the palm parallel to the ground and begin to rotate, alternating ... exactly what happens to feet on the pedals of the bicycle ...

All this is enhanced by a strange grumbling, a kind of groan, as that could give a constipated hamster: mmhhh

Do you think that she intends to say that you should be faster, or smarter, which is a word much like in the professional world, "smart".

So begins the usual fight against your brain against nerve impulses that affect your facial muscles, absurd social mechanism by which you have in any way hide your thoughts to the head. And while you feel your soul split, fractured violently into two blocks:

1. wrath

2. discouragement cosmic

leaves room to discouragement and answer: "I do not know what I could do more of what I'm doing, I am working up to, but if you notice something wrong in the organization of my priorities, let me also this, so I can learn better ... " that is something to this manual, prove open to change and splatter image by B-movie run in your eyes and "This is the end" of the Doors playing in your ear.

And finally, in a small corner, a little of your person, there is a commentator sitting in an armchair, legs crossed, they say, is that "Mr. Intellect" that with a fair applombe and lifting the index points, slightly thrilled: "But after all, they give you 900 euro per month. And you're doing the best you can do. works every day in more than two hours due, multiplied by 300 days a year, taking an average of 10 hours per day, almost 2 months working in more than a year. "

Fico so! Yours is the first generation for which the thirteenth and fourteenth are understood in a mirror, not two salaries per year, but two more months of unpaid work.

You conclude that it is like when you were at the university unless you study, you were going better. On the other hand, now, more jobs, less you get. When you were not Fucking - compared to now - you were the queen of the powerpoint, the boy wizard of the Web, the genius of the press release.

Now you're not smart.

But, as they advise us down, we should also give thanks that, apparently, at least we "work" we have it.

Meanwhile've started to send resumes. For the first time outside Milan.

and dreams, undecided, Puglia and London.

Damned menstruation.

Damn Radiohead.

Australian Smiths Chips

start with Christmas ...


Rasa is already the Christmas season. Back to the traditional market dedicated to the Christmas holidays this year will be held Sunday, November 14.
From 10 to 18.30 in the streets of the country will be exposed to food stalls and crafts theme. During the day some events like music in the streets and courtyards. You can reach the market even with shuttle buses will leave from the Red Square of the Motta Rasa, where there is parking. At 10.30 am Holy Mass is planned. Packed with bars and pizzerias in the country. The event will take place in the event of bad weather.

Large Green Lumps Of Mucous

And so ended the season of graduations ... Exploitation is under

Okay, okay, everyone has their addictions, so what?

Some people spend money on drugs, who spend it on clothes, who spend it on hi-tech trappings, there are those who spend it all'Armani Café, who will pay the brand and who manicure, c ' are those who buy books, who goes to the movies, people in the theater.

You, no.

You have an addiction and all of its own uniquely cosmopolitan you are taxi-addicted.

Or rather, depend to some extent by means of convenient transportation, generally understood. A few times this dependence was manifested as during the weekend.

You've been to Florence. When you were a maiden fuck university in Bologna (after all, studied science of sausages, you would like to) you c'andavi almost every month in Florence, who was studying in Florence Pepo your best friend, damn fool and that damn brilliant time same here. Now we go once a year, well that goes. And, above all, last Friday Pepo is a graduate in medicine. It took 110 Pepo because it always has been. A bucket, but with the rasta (at least in high school).

Then you went all bold you Friday after work. And thou hast tried, honestly thou hast tried. You took your sweet trolley, fell in six underworld underground Milanese, Sesto San Giovanni, you changed the line, straight to Porta Garibaldi, the station that most dismal ever built, the stuff of "We the children of the Po valley zoo."

Then you gave: Frecciarossa ... fuck! Not that there were great alternative ...

But you could try, after all, had it almost done, almost there, in fact you were just going to use means adapted to your finances.

Nonsense.

Frecciarossa you climb aboard and you left for the city of Dante, you've stayed mostly awake just to Bologna, where pre-recorded voice dell'algido bolide announced that it was coming to "Bologna Centrale", then repeat the same message in English that you, in stunning abbiocco by rail, you wondered how it is possible that, in Italy, even pre-recorded voice of train and pay with a pound of flesh have a foul English pronunciation.

Have you looked out the window and you recognize the bridge of Stalingrad Street, you've seen the college, did you see the park. And you remember, with indescribable surprise, there you were living there, you do not move from that place, who you those stairs covered with murals under which pitched punkammerda stench of doubt, you've got hundreds of climbs and times in three years. And, suddenly, for a few minutes, take a deep nostalgia for thee, turned around the veil of a life lost, a carefree insouciance that was not, but you remember it like that. Have you thought about what the college years are absolutely the most beautiful, thought to have a pacifier, to concerts, the smell that had the first real freedom, which thrilled because everything seemed possible and there, placed before you, specifically for Read.

Have you thought at the time that the main problems were made by para-Paturnie dictated by sentimental asshole in office, easily solved with a smile One of you came to the rescue equipped with Nutella and San Miguel.

Then, before being overwhelmed by the mental jerking off, the exclusive preserve of a female mind, have decided to concentrate on the super-hyper-manager that a chewing gum committing unspeakable in a splash of mouth (for the record, you have a serious problem, with people who chew loudly in public ... but also in private).

The Frecciarossa arrived in Florence, Pepo has come to pick you and you have embraced that almost crying, like an old aunt's country, proud and puffed up with pride.

A small rations have arrived in the Mid Melinda, the RAF and his man, Peppone and others from the deep south. On Saturday you ripasseggiato for the city, finding it increasingly infested with tourists, more and more beautiful, with a fierce desire to shop and the inability to satisfy this desire for you, precisely, they spend money just to buy weekly dose of high-speed train or taxi.

Started off from the dome, you always took 8 in art history when she spoke about what it is that Brunelleschi had invented the dome, you're down because of Calzaioli, up to Piazza della Signoria, which is your favorite, which always makes you think of that award, that of the first literary competition which were attending in the hall of the 500 thousand years ago. And then down to the Uffizi, where a lot of mimes inspired your own story and then up to the Lungarno Ponte Vecchio, to get in front of Palazzo Pitti and sit there, as Pepo says: "To sit here like Marlene, if had not understood. " More than anything else: "Sit down," Marlene like this, one might say in facebookkese.

While you were there, sitting, Peppone recently entered in the register of professional engineers and virgin Paturnie narrated his earlier work, throwing in statements like: "So I could stay with their qualifications and not to the university ".

Eh. You could not not to tell him that if he read your blog with constancy and commitment, would have been more prepared for this unfortunate fate.

You've embraced, while others think wise counsel on the quality of life in general, were delivered to the track 1, from other stakeholders.

Then you come home, have dinner out because, apparently, some men are completely unable to visit Florence without eating Florentine 3 kg of raw, bleeding and pawing at his head. And in the evening, the graduation party at a farmhouse in the Florentine hills.

old friends, so many familiar faces and many new faces. People emerged from approximate and rediscovered old memories. And then the famous "mischione" worthy of the best 15 year olds.

Vodka Lemon, cuba libre, long island, rum and pear, rum and orange because the pear will, sooner or later, as it revels in all respects and to some extent one has to reinventarseli cicchetti ...

From there, confused images, pieces of party lost the next day and emerges from the stories of others and photographs, the RAF that proposes another shot, one more, before disappearing into oblivion regurgitation alcohol and collapse in machine. The army of ultra-twenties begins to lose the first recruits, while Dr. Pepo falls from the table on which dances in his underwear.

Pepo pacifier was lost, as you saw it a few times. It was beautiful. He had grown up. We would often, lately, of looking and thinking "has become a little man." And now, as if it were not enough of the gym, healthy living, good-bye to nicotine and pierced eyebrow, and he also graduated in Medicine. Think of thanks and think of his thesis that, as written by him, you worship a thousand reasons, and this only makes your relationship. A kind of unconditional bond that needs no explanation. Sometimes you're afraid that the loose life, this bond. Then you look at it and think that perhaps yes, in part, perhaps. But no. Do you think in those thanks for Gaia and for you, in that "for years stimulate my intelligence with them, "there is everything that has to be.

The army of ultra-twenties and you lose more and more recruits, which in the old version we do not sponge saw a while ago, you were happy that ever.

Without sitting down, without stopping, dancing, flickering between a chat, a hug to Peppone, a daring snog with the goal of Melinda, a toast with Ciccio, a "take me to pee?" that the thrill reverses the original state even women the most advanced and here you and Gaia in the bathroom to laugh, laugh to death, curled up in an unlikely position that makes you think every time, "Judah, I want to be reborn male (Lean and gifted )"...

And the feeling, beautiful, soothing, exhilarating, to be in your life including your friends to remember who you are.

boh Then, it will be that you are scorpion, and, apart from being the most erotic zodiac sign, jealous and possessive, the scorpion to be reluctant to change, so much in need of rationalization ...

you shared Frecciarossa Sunday, of course, wondering if by chance in alcohol is not the peace of mind while you turned your head again ...

arrived in Milan, you've waited your taxi, surrounded by fog and thinking nausebondo that another winter is surely come.

Then came the taxi, your abstinence as a means of convenient transportation has at last ceased, and after 17 €, you came home.

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superfine (assholes)

stagismo It is a bit 'like going to school. One complains, complains and complains because it ignores what comes next. Now, you're no longer an intern, you can tell.

One complains, and assumes, to some extent, that is the next step, albeit vaguely resembling one of the many myths which have grown in the shade, we derelict generations born in the late seventies and the first half of the eighties.

"Stuuuudia, you need to become independent!"

"Sow good, then they reap the rewards"

"Get busy! E 'rise through the ranks, we did it all!"

"Now working ... then you'll see ..."

that every time you sweat like Yeti to Agadir August 14 for not answering:

"What the fuck do I see?"

"But what do you know? But what do you say? Why should I trust you, cowardly expectations, why should I believe that things will get better as my youth slips away, day after day, in a state of apnea so deep almost made me forget who I am? " (Which also approaching birthday, in short, it must be said and this does not help ... and thou hast well the cycle, in other words, it must be said and this does not help at all).

do not know how to explain well, but this kind of selflessness professional so mythologized, this sublimation of the 'hard core autoschiavismo culturally imposed, for you short-sighted and has the same air of opioid "Blessed the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven " that to you, since I was 10 years, the gold-rimmed glasses and lenses round in perfect harmony with your eidetic fitness of obese children , and read this shit to church because of the Nazi-binding catechism useful to achieve the most holy sacrament of communion (which come to think of one you can not even sell on HP) ... well, even then you looked like a jack ass than just offensive.

to say: "Look, I can also be a human case and accept it but, like Jesus Christ, do not tell me that I also feel awannasgheps and thank you for the most miserable of lives ... but what I've got written on the forehead, Flavia Vento ? "

were saying that when an intern is not complaining is that ignoring the exploitation is superfine virtue, which reinvents itself if necessary, refining its features, redesigned in the manner and appearance to lead to unexpected results, at some level, pejorative.

In the life of each intern reloaded , in fact, there is a time when you say "From now on you will have an intern!"

echoes in your mind a little 'disturbing, especially the word but the concept, which takes a rare bounce from wall to wall of your large braincase "A stagggista?"

"But as an intern? But who wants an intern?" You thought.

"Mh-mh ', however, as they say because you said the grandparents" A trainee is not given to looking in my mouth. "

And so began the grisly exhibition of the labor market under 30, graduates of smuggling that are auctioned, with enviable curriculum, degrees, master, titles, stays at 'foreign that you think "Okay but I do like watching this guy three years older than me and graduated from Bournemouth and tell him to do the scans? It' s been too little time when I did, that this has ever you open a blog where the story starts to bitch and I'm fat? "

All the while you've changed, in part, team and customers. Now you no longer just the boss with bad breath, no sir, it was too easy. Now you have two, say two heads, signoressignori, someone offers more? Two heads and one, two and two heads, two heads and three, gentlemen! Marlene Barrett was awarded a life of hell with two heads in the same room that, sooner or later, you will fight his precious manpower and mild.

Bullshit aside, this should be a growth, another myth highly desirable.

The fact is that now works on a client who you like and, at least, do not you feel that you write press releases about new pubic hair the PPPT (PeliPubiciPerTutti ), ideal as a Christmas thought for anyone, even on holidays and still want the pleasure of a beautiful coat pubic bone, black and tenacious on the edge of the process, here.

's just that items are bizarre creatures , flawed and insatiable, and nothing seems to be enough for them. Then you, now you do not write more, do not you invite more people to dinner, do not grow any more of your passions, speak no more on the phone with your friends, you who have abandoned all your para-artistic projects, now that you work on average 12 hours a day, but for real, non-stop, without even a side trip up feisbuc repubblicapuntoit or you do not know what I miss most is happening in this cesspool of the country, that you feel that you're finally doing the ass , in a sense, I'll also be glad you're doing because you feel strangely motivated. You, who do not see any of your able-go so late in the evening, which you earn over 900 euro per month, are you saying that what you do is not enough and that is certainly no different to the eyes of the customer.

needs to be done.

Then try to imagine how you should be, deep thinking to find the magical alchemy of termination, the arcane formula to meet the capitalist assholes that you command, and that you do not command a person, but you resource, you tool, you contraption contemporary perfected android technology found , you who are neither more nor less than a silk epil, you do not have a life and not have it, you do not have a family, friends, a relationship, you do not have to have a shit outside of your work . You have imagined what would be your ideal life, to meet the very high, so cool, elegant CEO of your agency in super-super-pussy-super center at Milan. And you answer:

Wake up at 6 am.

jogging to keep fit.

8.30 am in the office working.

about in "beat the newsroom" all morning, that when they use this expression here, "beat the editorial," you unwittingly increased salivation, like Pavlov's dog, and an overwhelming need to spit t'assale in the face.

Lunch

the beautician to heal, to draining treatments and facials ... and with € 900 per month in Milan you can afford it just fine.

Afternoon proactive and brilliant.

Three hours of unpaid overtime to attend to the operation: precision and punctuality are essential. If you can not do it, do not panic, you can always come to the office on weekends.

gym to keep fit.

Vegetarian Dinner with purifying tea.

After Dinner leafing through newspapers and magazines that do not have time to browse in 12 hours in the office.

Or, alternatively, social event to go Piar.

to bed not too late, that you do not befit those dark circles.

yes, this would the difference.

A well, really deserves an award later this year. Really deserve promotion to the amazing thousand euros per month.

So yes, all life.

Prince Graphite-titanium

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To you, asshole editor bankruptcy ... A slave is always

After the semi-flop of the last post, you had promised to raise a bit 'the moral of this blog.

You thought that the shooting patrons of this little corner of cyber frustration could also have beautifully broken my balls of your complaints. Why not.

So did you remain silent.

And today you decide to write again not because your mood has changed, but simply because they do not want to reveal to yourself that you give up the blog. But not those even the words that would be too busy as an asset.

order not to bore the unfortunate readers, circles, and almost certainly contrary to the usual bankruptcy, be brief.

- white flag, you soft. You can not do it. Are you tired of fighting and complaining. They win. Did you have a customer wanted, what the fuck are you complaining about? Next, as a good, empty you know how you do, sing a dwarf curly and agitated at the piano, in a tribute to Cocciante. Emptied and then filled with useless facts that shine on the daily curriculum. Give up your passions. Do not give yourself a dinner with friends. Do not dream of being able to take care of your projects. Not your relationship, not your parents. You married your work, it would be frustrating as married Jesus, only that eventually end up in hell also.

- The RAF, your historical friend who lived in Milan before you us it transferred you, go away. Two days ago you made the drink goodbye. He goes to Bologna. There are his, his sister, her nieces, her boyfriend. The work will find it. And you, in his place, would you have done the same too. You and the RAF have also coined a new motto existential-generational: "No Hope". Subtitle: "No, we can."

Then the RAF added "Maybe me and said so before ..." - "It was this what we rush to squander the savings of our parents' implied.

However, in less than a piece of family, for you, in this pleasure-loving city that is full of old family pieces (in the sense of the word mafia).

- Ciarli yesterday did an interview in Palermo. You've fantasized about an interesting place, then. You may also send you CV to apply in Palermo and a good agency with the sea in front of the desk. It could be the new trend: "Let us return to our crime, we return to our unemployment, back to our pollution, people go home!"

Have you tried to explain to chatter that a defeat would not return, no turning back. Have you tried to explain that, if possible, return would be the only sensible thing to do.

- Amnesia believed to be clinically depressed. Clinically, I think I am too.

- Amnesia and chat - who are roommates - until a few months ago every morning crossed the corridor in the morning and said "I do not want to go to school" - "School shit." Now cross in the corridor and say in unison: "Life shit."

- You come to the conclusion that we do not reproduce it, we pay off as a race. And rightly so. People who lose a relationship, who will work 12 hours a day to € 1000 per month will not have a family. Good that you can go pick up a quick lunch break in sexual intercourse with someone who suffers from premature ejaculation (if one of the benefits of your agency will include a weekly appointment with Simplicio Siffredi - Rocco younger brother - that the VAT number you may also download - for anyone who wants to use them, you're sure that the air would be more breathable, which would save some PR in beauty treatments for the benefit of their skin).

- Would you like to comment on something on the news, on politics, cultural fascism ... but at the moment have lost the interest for that too, because after a bit 'interest is lost, it becomes even there, made gentle and docile. Dishes and exhausted.

Amen.

For the rest you're just waiting to lose the mental health and the desire to live, to gain happiness. One day you read in the newspaper a title like:

twenty-four suicide bombers blew up in a footnote agency

PR Milan

disappointment among the members of the League: "It was not nemmanco Muslim! "

At that point, think of me.

waste it And a prayer for me, pray that hell is at least plays rock.

And above all: "You asshole editor bankruptcy that happened on this blog after my departure turbulent, public memories of this poor soul precarious, exploited and broken up, much worse than the brother one of Rino Gaetano.

Then send the volume to the Italian ruling class, not before cosparco every single page of anthrax. Then, when someone tells you, that I was just a whiny scassacazzi and delirious, you show them a good average, a little grinding 'teeth. Do not say "fuck", however, which seems a little boy, my dear editor bankruptcy that happened on this blog after my departure turbulent. "

Well, at this point, you're at it, you will:

- target the BarrettMobile Pepo your best friend, who has stopped smoking and about to graduate in medicine, so I can use it a bit 'before handing it to the benefit of a Porsche Cayenne

- Destini your collection of DVDs in the middle Melinda, along with the gray sweatshirt with hood.

- Destini your plate to the RAF, which has straight hair and soft but never mind, keep it in vain to remember his friend with the bulb paglifero.

- deliver your 32-inch television chatter and Amnesia, because you know they'll love

- Destini your wardrobe to the poor

- Destini your shoe collection for the benefit of Google Analytics, thanks to a giveaway on this blog, which is fashionable to put shit up for grabs to increase access. And then the glory of post-mortem draws much dippiù.

- Destini your poster Gaia

- Destini set of glasses we had with each Mc Mc Donald Menu Peppone

- Destini your make-up for poor Eveline, the door of your building

- the Fates 'i-pod shuffle to your cousins, who will use it to turn

- Destini your collection of magnets to your mother

- Destini your unpublished writings to your father, hoping that you do not disassociate

Your HP Pavilion

no, the cocks, that want to take it in the afterlife.

past now, and Close. But

return, I hope.

Steps To Stitch Anarkali Suit

The middle Melinda asks you often because you're always so angry. In fact, lately, a lot of people You got asked why women are always ontologically pissed. Making just a sociological question of incompatibility between the sexes.

At that point, usually reply that we have the menstrual cycle, we have hair on, we have to spend money on cosmetics and beauty care, we constantly some bladder under the foot caused by misogynistic shoes we wear, which often we are constipated and constipation swollen and puffy seriously, not like Alessia Marcuzzi, we combine the bag with the shoes, a bracelet Accessorize costs 18 € and every time I give up a bracelet Accessorize understand that they do not buy in a jewelry store. Answer that, we women, we constantly have to deal with men, we must work, be liberated, be toned, be serious, be modern, be funny, be efficient, we must work hard for a man three times to make half of the career. I usually reply that we women live by expectations that are almost inevitably disappointed and this is because, when we women had children, that have both damaged mountains of bullshit telling us about Cinderella, Snow White and all that bunch of fucking beautiful princess who lived forever happy, happy and above all, kept by a wealthy prince monogamous. We imagine the Sleeping Beauty, to have to wake up every morning to go for the slave to a boss from the food rotting. Some might argue that Cinderella was the kitchen maid but she was happy and singing all the time that dreams are wishes of happiness. Well, but consider that Cinderella was the big talk with the mice, so you do not define your own sound mind. Just as Snow White is actually addicted to hallucinogenic apples that made her accept the unfortunate fate of having to share existence with 7 dwarfs. That you've always wondered: "How will the state, the process of the seven dwarfs?"

Usually, after this flood of arguments that do not allow objections retaliation corporal punishment, half of Melinda - be happy monad belonging to the male, where everything is simple, linear, essential and superficial - you said: "It 's difficult to be women."

Usually, you think that we women are potentially superior beings. But we have a couple of serious defects: competition and fist-mental-indomitable. In these two, in fact, often in full affect our supposed superiority, which is confined to the realm of power without becoming ever essence. A little 'how to move from right to wrong. A little 'how to play a game full of class and virtuosity, but then lose on penalties.

usually think that we women are potentially superior beings. Or at least, have you thought until you began to work every day in an office with 18 women. On the other hand, before then, the women were to relate to you the choices you. And it was another story. Now no longer the case and you have suffered a brilliant inspiration: your boss lowers the global average intelligence of women. The lowering of bad, though. Chess, as the lower average Minzolini lowers the honor of the journalistic profession, which is worrying.

boss, since you asked to change the team and the client, you have declared war. Let me be clear, though. Mica stuff trenches, which were shot there at least, at least you get your hands dirty at least you had to have the balls to fight and die like the poor bastards. Enno! This is more like a Cold War declared, with brief episodes of surgical bombing behind.

That is, suddenly, after half a year in which you have been paraded as a jewel of the agency, after being called "the boy wizard of the Web", "Queen of the powerpoint", "the goddess of lay-out and the talented MacchinaPerComunicatiStampaSugliAssorbentiPerTransGender, well, you become un'inetta. A lazy. A messy. Un'inaffidabile, inefficient, touchy, sloppy, fat slave.

likely, your boss, who has no knowledge of self, is absurd and ignores the very least improbable to expect a person with a brain - small quantity of a Brain Menu Medium, not the King Menu - might bring naturaldurante life as a slave. Your head, completely devoid of any glimmer of self-consciousness, probably unaware that they could work as a team with just Flavia Vento. But even there, it would be tough. Why Flavia Wind could always decide to join the farm and go to milk the cows, rather than take orders from her.

After being paraded in long and wide as if I were his personal De Beers - on the other hand we know, is a slave for ever - you suddenly fall from grace, as has happened to the bell-bottom pants d ' elephant in the eighties.

Last week you came half an hour late. You woke up at 6 am in the throes of an attack of cystitis, cystitis, which is a social evil and do not understand why do not you speak, like pedophile priests and global warming. You arrived half an hour late and your boss has opted for a form of psychological terrorism trial, sms, grotesque and pathetic like everything, good or bad, is of.

"You're right, boss, excuse, not a good cyborg, boss, excuse, I give it to Harrison Ford so he can kill me, are not efficient, are not devoted to the cause and, sometimes, I happen to have a body somatized all the contempt that I have toward you, firing the urinary tract of hatred and frustration. I apologize, boss. You're right, boss. I will say three Hail Marys and an Our Father, boss. Licenziami boss, but I will continue to be licensed to do the cleaning for free boss, for expiate my guilt, shame the malaise that has caused me 30 minutes of delay affects my productivity, boss. "

And this, just as an example. Basically any type of occasion is good to slaughter the ovaries and, you know, it takes commitment to slaughter the ovaries, because those are all there, curled up and hidden in the bowels, not like the balls of mascula, at the mercy of kicks and simple squeeze and immediate. No, the ovaries because they want to massacre massacre, nothing else.

Even worse, your boss keeps telling you that you have to keep you in the office most of the evening. Then you think, having to be operational from 9 am to 9 pm you could mount a Canadian in the meeting room, pay rent to the Agency, of course, contribute to the bills and live directly in the office. What harm would there? Why do you expect that your boss Suppose you have a life outside those four walls filthy? It is not that specified in the contract is that you can have friends, or a report, or of parents who live at 1000 km and would like to know if you live by telephone or cracks. Imagine your friends or other interests to cultivate.

And then it says that there is no work! It is not that young people are willing to work, the pasta is good for mom, it's nice live with their dad, they all want things easy, and want it now. They claim to have 2 hours of life, and then complain that there is no work.

fact is that, for many days in a row, came to mourn thee in the office. Because you're a bloody vagina above and because they do not answer, be silent, it cost you much effort, so much that tears (as when one tries to shit in the gut but there is an Altar of Pergamon in real marble and there are hopes). Would you like to respond once to your boss, and you want them to do more harm verbally as possible, avoiding the possibility of improper imbue the corner of the desk in front. Would you like to just say a few words. Something that can penetrate, even marginally, the fog of dementia, making them feel that the winds for a few thousandths of a second, as dramatic and deep his personal and professional mediocrity.

Today you came out at 19.30 early, and you think that any of this is healthy. That there are few jobs that fit into your "Profile." To send resumes and do not recall, and therefore you have no choice. But you also think that this is madness. You can not get sick to make the press office of the pubic hair mousse of Nelson Mandela. You can not hold back the tears every day office.

You also thought it'd be much happier if you wash yourself glasses in London. If your life you choose not to do shit, but at least if you decide. Are you at least had the courage to do that earlier rather than chasing un'emerita fanned and worry in taking the piss, a status symbol, you'll never un'agognata stability. Would you be happier if I choose to live day by day, to surrender to the events and enjoy it in the meantime, gulping Forsters in abundance, after work, in some pub in Camden Town.

'd be much happier if

cagassi finally away from the soul all the craven ambitions imposed after graduation, from the master, from trips abroad, the appreciation of the professors, the literary contests, the pride of parents, that sort of assumption that you will always harmful, that somehow, in the end, you'd checked.

The Mid Melinda usually after two hours of softening, as you have a bloody vagina above, tells you that you have to separate private life from professional life and vice versa. But it's damn hard to do when the second claim of the first swallow.

And, quite frankly, who the fuck you do it?

We are sure that mental health is related only € 900 per month?

masochistic We are confident that this game worth the candle?

This put pourri of rhetorical questions and answers for granted, you'd resent free.

you like to resent being defined, rather than trivially vague.

you like to resent you, go back to writing the pages yourself.

you like to get back to who you really are. At least before you forget and leave you swallow and fart away.

How To Stopleg Twitches

against the imperialism of Guard Rail - That's Syndrome Crete

This morning you have clearly understood that autumn has arrived. The

you understand when to sound the alarm, in addition to the usual list of reasons that make you shared routinely reject the idea of \u200b\u200bgetting up, was the terminus un'ancestrale reason, buried in the depths of consciousness, over there, where the sun does not beat: the cold. That was technically shocking experience that feeling typical winter, longing quell'inusitato hibernation , September 13.

You're up and walked to work. At work. At work you have asked to move offices. To change teams, change boss.

Let me be clear, not because you do not like working here, in this division, indeed!, It's just that there customer no, that is why free position, you would really like a lot and, in short, yes, you know with 'is ...

The boss said "For me, no problem!" That there would be no harm if he did not obsessively repeated half a dozen times in about 45 seconds, causing reasonable suspicion that you really think: "You never abbantonafe me! You essefe my pfopfietà! I tfovata you, you essefe my pefsonale schiafa!"

By contrast, the beautiful, tall, refined AD pussy your agency's super-super-super-center in Milan, faced with the demand for your professional growth, he said "Good idea, let's check" agree you thought, "let's test your English," no problem you think, when your 28 in composition texts of English at the University of Bologna is turning in his grave hand in hand with your English course at the London School of Burlington with First Certificate.

On the other hand, English is important, especially for being a good PR. For example, your boss when he wants to refer to the most used search engine history of search engines of all ages - and we refer to that wonderful life partner named Google - does not say, as the Italians say average "Gugole. No sir. You want to pronounce it as a Mothertongue. This is using those strange sounds that do not belong to the indefinite Italian (who among us has never heard spitting in the face by a teacher / professor of English, for example, tried to explain that the TH is pronounced with the tongue between teeth and unleashing the victim to contact a real burst of machine gun Cioppino?).

now, your boss, about phonetics Anglo-Saxon, does not say banal "Gugole" as they all say, well, speaking, without being there to do the cool ... no! She, who is ahead, says "GUGHEL" that stuff is that every time makes you get goose bumps, one of the curses of the hair of the forearm, sbionditi from the summer sun, who was perched beautiful quell'interdetta to rest until he has not dreamed of repeating, once again, that "just go to GUGHEL.

Your boss is so, we must accept it, however difficult it may be. For her, wi-fi is pronounced "VUAIFAIV" and the best, the top, the silver medalist of all neologism neologisms that ignorance was able to give birth in the evolution of the human race (second only "redundant ") is what you use when making provocative and you see with the question: "Who are you, MANDRAKEN ?". And you must also have a straight face, go into a state of psycho-physical until apnea goes away, a second, screaming down the hallway in the grip of some senseless panic attack. And then, finally, you burst out laughing with your colleague.

few days ago your boss told you that you forget to go out only half an hour after the exit time, now you're nearly a Milleur and like all of you must agree Milleur work 12 hours a day, without have a house to clean, a charge to do, to change the sheets, to satisfy a personal care and so on. So today, when you left the office with a single, miserable hours of unpaid overtime, after you've applied a hair shirt justified and are confident, you thought.

Did you think that a new long winter awaits you and you noticed that every single day, while waiting for the tram that takes you back to the house, planted there on a traffic island surrounded by the chaos in the cement, metal , in the smog, already dominated by a gray sky in early September, well, every single day you think, "I hate Milan." Then maybe that is not in Milan itself, perhaps you, but no matter, you know that the space for the decreased blowjobs, you know that now you have to concentrate. You know you want to change now. And you also found on paginegialle.it there are 2 gyms less than 1 km from your home. Never wanted the sky ........

The tram appears on the horizon, and as you see it approaching, tired, outdated and dirty, you think that a week ago, more or less, you were in Crete that yes, it would be that the legend of Minos and Minotaur, half bull, half Schifani.

Were you in Crete for a wedding, you're playing on Thursday after half a day's work: you, Mid Melinda , two trolleys, a 20 kg bag and a backpack, which for four days of vacation may seem like an excessive equipment ... but it is not.

while the middle Melinda was driving a bright blue Matiz non-metallic, vintage '94, with crank windows and is not given an option as the clutch, did you observe carefully the Cretan landscape and concludes with a clear and unequivocal love all your soul, the Mediterranean (the sea, climate, diet) because everything Mediterranean is beautiful, including Diego Abatantuono and Salvatores.

While the Matiz is not bright blue metallic sobbing proceeded to dirt roads, hills, beyond which seemed existential always be nothing, no road markings and curves of smooth rock cliffs choked up by a wind-cultural rich aromas of Africa and Turkey, your spirit was lost in the beauty of the earth bare and sunburnt gruff, goats grazing (goats graze well, no?), the sea bluer than you've ever seen. E, meter by meter, something I was increasingly clear: the Cretans are opposed to imperialism the guard rail! Probably the average age of the indigenous population is so high because young people have died in a car, one by one, while driving drunk in the streets back from a Cretan evening with friends.

for the rest: the Orthodox marriage rite, the ritual of dressing, souvlaki, moussaka, raki, ouzo and retzina ... it was all good while you were there and now you're here, in Milan, everything looks even better (as say in your shares). Continue to look at the photographs, to react with your friends on that non-shared place better known as a virtual social feisbuc. And you feel you grow up in a waste cognitive summer can not be over. And for a moment I'm on vacation and return to the pool, turning to propose the opening of a "communications consulting firm ... ... of crap, in fact we do that crap," but it is established in a Mediterranean island.

you live in a place where it is always summer.

Want a damn life in flip-flops, of those lives made so ...