There are days that kicking like a drug addict. The beauty is that I never doped, then do not even know how she feels an addict (in fact I once saw someone who was smoking a joint and I was with dizziness for three days).
This day was one of those. Usually recover to throw myself into the car (and the verb is used to throw cognition), have control of the cigarettes that I need not die poisoned by O2, I put on a CD that I like, I put the reverse gear and then I go. I take the gate before I open the gate, then reverse and go back. I take the wall. I close the gate, take the gate, reverse, take the wall, light up a cigarette, the first belt, I stop at the stop sign, sfriziono (by accident) and eventually into the street. Available in the street: I, car, cigarettes, CDs and a truck at 30 km / h in front of me.
The rest of the tour is not dissimilar to the starting motor: a continuous prevent my death and who is around me.
I sometimes make me wonder why this pantomime. Maybe it is that the machine (running) is the only place I know where they happen to meet someone. I mean, I find it hard that some friend, seeing me go on the bypass at 80 km / h who wants to jump on my car, open the door, get in the car and say "uelà! Everything okay? ". Unless I do not know Bruce Willis of course, but I do not know.
Today I gave a reason that at least binds to my last period of mental degradation. The reason is Berlusconi. No, do not say that it pursued for pleasure, in reality it is that haunts me.
From that I went home (the real one, with parents, machinery, furniture and the bed good, not that fake where he studied in Rome) idle great, and since I do not know what to do flourish between the TV and Internet . The TG
now works like this: * code *
Policy - Berlusconi says happy that the persecution against him is over. "After the persecution staff can devote to the racial persecution," the president gloss.
Company - Berlusconi is part of high society: an oxymoron?
Chronicle - Berlusconi, betrayed by an alarm invoice Chinese woke up ten minutes later: Italy in the shit. Bertolaso \u200b\u200bcommissioner for the emergency will be sleepy.
Sports - AC Milan bought Ronaldignio (or how to spell it) Berlusconi says' now we are a team of Madonna and even if you do not win so next year also includes the Inter, Juve, Roma and see a bit'..."
speical summer-Berlusconi: "This year we will give the sun to all the tourists and the rain sent all kinds Gypsies who may not wash "
Tonight on TV - documentary on Berlusconi
Weather - weather on the whole of Lombardy, the sun rises in the morning and at Arcore never sets!
This is a bit 'all the news except for open trial and tg 4.
Studio open this lineup follows: Berlusconi - tits - ass - tits with Berlusconi - an abandoned dog (even if the dog has a nice ass, does nothing) - Berlusconi to save from extinction the Bat Bomb - the final roundup of tits and ass - Special Billionaire: bellini or sparkling?
Tg 4 instead of this other program follows: Berlusconi - Prodi surprised while scaccola nose - Berlusconi - a picture of Bertinotti while sitting on the toilet - jugged Berlusconi - Berlusconi tartare - Berlusconi in the oven and so on. Evening: Special Berusconi is more beautiful or George Clooney?
Internet will not save the same. Now I can not get on Blogger worth a panic attack and fulminant sequential mystical crisis. But the other aggregators are not frequent (at least in my condition Mantala) unless you want to end the mad.
short, Berlusconi is emptying me. But if not exactly what Berlusconi in his media overexposure, really is exacerbating.
Neoptolemus (sleepy, just waking up): yaahhwn ... hello ...
Father of Neoptolemus: Berlusconi
Neoptolemus: AAAAAAAARRRRGGHHHH! (Jump in the car, turn out of breath, the gate crashed to the ground, shoot the wall, engages the first, sinking the accelerator and a peak overlooking the Colorado River)
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