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eulogy of a china service for twelve

I took home alone in that apartment I found a potentially valuable where to move.
is a nice little house on the ninth floor of a building in the center which has a lift of eccitantissime with red walls and lots of space all to myself.
actually 140 square meters are just so many and never, ever in the world I could afford them I would be if they had belonged to the brother of r. which more than used to build a small part in a martial arts gym is not going to do.
this means that for a week in this part I have the keys to paradise.
be clear: the house is totally out of order, hidden from the rubble and dirt, but in its filth and decay, I know that space huge is all mine, and I can go when I want and do whatever I want and like. to the extent that will allow me the landlord, who also is a character worthy of note, possibly of note scientific ... but this is not a subject to talk about today.

I like to think of my new house, I I'm so excited, and the day after having visited for the first time I went to Ikea to buy some gifts.
I bought some tea towels, oven mitts, cutlery and plates and glasses.
and I have an aesthetic that I bought the most beautiful dishes and glasses, the most stylish, too.
pity that I bought only two. that is, two bowls, two plates, two bowls and two glasses.
at the time seemed like a smart choice, bearing in mind my limited budget , but when I spoke the other night with jp I realized that this trip IKEA was one of the saddest moments in the already rich collection of sad moments that have marked recent months.
I mean, what's more depressing than to admit to themselves their own state of single-tude if you do not restrict the purchase of kitchen utensils to a minimum to a maximum of two people?
and what could be more definitive than to know that this second that second glass plate and become the private property of your best friend and not that Prince Charming with whom, from your five years, Barilla has imagined that you share it roof, washing, folding table and a double Latvian?
this is a sad reality in front of which the superstitious rites of my mother who has put together a kit made of bed sheets and towels do not strictly apply to absolutely nothing.
the truth is that, whether you say or marriage consecrated by my parents I'm going out there, yes, but with two legs instead of four. and what will convince me that this is a clear sign of emancipation, and I quote from memory and not fictitious female characters who have preceded me in this adventure, to me is what I am going to live alone without a man to be invited to dinner and you bring her breakfast in bed on Sunday, bowing to a few hidden tendency Japan that I have inherited from reading memoriediunagheisha, does not go down.
I feel sad: The marathon runs away and I have no desire to follow him. I left my flag at half court and he did not collect, I hung up his boots and he he's bought a new pair. I just know
ko sentimental.
I retire mid-race.

and that I will make that huge bed? that is to hide the second set of dishes under the mattress?
or rather I should not buy more to dispel the loneliness?

I will finish as the ladies of cats with curly hair, blue satin skirts and sneakers that talk to the walls and always smell of old soaps. or simply eaten by Alsatians.

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Mommy, I hurt the tummy

Canto and the arms pitiful 'the captain
that 'The great tomb of Christ freed.
Very oprò he co 's discretion and with the hand,
suffer a lot in the glorious purchase;
and there s'oppose van Hell, and in vain
armed themselves in Asia and Libya the mixed population.
The Ciel gave him favor, and in the holy
signs reduced his fellow wanderers.

This is the first song of the Gerusalemme Liberata, which now occurs in a vain attempt to make sense of my recent undertakings. In the best academic tradition I intend to appeal to the words of someone else to explain what I think and do, thoughts and actions right now are moving dangerously close to the martyrdom of the Crusades and ethical / emotional.
I wonder why you need to reach out to suffering and paranoia, cross oceans of tears and sleepless nights with the sole purpose of doing good for someone else, so why I have decided to wrap myself in this shroud of blue and white and play teresadicalcutta when I represent the anathema of any living martyr crusader and may come to mind. I do not have I know what's going on, but in all honesty at this time if I could put in hand a white shield with a red cross above and a helmet with a beautiful veil of iron on the face and I myself would take them off for the Saracen infidel.

Sure I could have chosen a better writer for my erudite quotation, since that rate, as you teach me, it was a hopeless fool, but perhaps it is this detail that took me from him. Something tells me that at this time and I Torquato well as the passion for words, we have more in common ...

I know nothing of the Gerusalemme Liberata: it said that I have this black hole in the brain that opens up a fourth dimension in total ignorance of Italian literature and medieval history course I am not proud of that, but I do not see why not hide much more than my inadequate knowledge of the Gerusalemme Liberata not prevent me from also recognize some similarities between me and his dangerous players . On the other hand is a story that deals with the Crusades, love, sacrifice, good and bad feelings, right? And I think this is enough. It 's true I'll be mad as well as rate, but unlike him, I caught up in the plot, there are up to my neck and I have every right to talk about it and grok them, not that I am making this up to the art to please the patron of the moment . At most I can distract the hamster for ten minutes, but you will understand, that strikes do not miss a plenary session of the Vatican.

So yes, when I feel like a martyr, and although this does not do me honor, I need, for a moment to compose an apology myself. The five-minute complaints are granted to anyone, and then we have a right to cross-tearful confession: after having removed any joy in the happiness, the Buondi has given us at least the right to grieve for our evil and the other, so each When we suffer we must not do is look up and wonder why, that's where he and his stubborn silence and transparency will help us to feel much better.

There once was a man who had decided that I should take care of him. This man, who can not even give a nickname so many and such are his qualities, is putting me in very serious trouble.
Anyone who knows me knows that I do not feel exactly towards men of maternal feelings, which at most in the darkest hours of my life I have fed their subsidiaries and at best they have made these people flee to their heels, with ' it should be.
Besides who would ever want to father a daughter like me? None, I tell you. And that's okay. Open and closed parentheses.
But anyhow: I was a child, a lover or a friend, but never a nurse and I always gone well so that the human cases willing to let them take care of Melanie Viacolvento. I thought.
But it seems that at some point touch everyone through new waters, so here I am with all the stuffed head, hands caressing and ready stethoscope to auscultate the heart palpitations of the heart suffering from this fantastic little man in continuous to be madly in love. The typical twist that moves the plot of the story is not it? The spoiled and selfish
protagonist who suddenly finds himself to deal with the needs of others. A significant slice of the plankton to killer whales in Hollywood. But give me a

complaints, very unprofessional. An aside postmodernists, those who love them as playwrights and writers of the 80s.

I understand that martyrdom does not ask for rewards, I realized that even then the reward comes complete with feathered wings and beam, but I'm not a vocation for teresadicalcutta but only out of necessity, I think I deserve a thank you every now and then I do not know a smile, maybe a kind word no?
But no because I have to argue over the patient's attention to other things, in this case last night with the dogs, three nights before with Piero Chiambretti, also note that the patient continues to ask insistently is given exclusively to him, suffers, poor angel, and do not know what to do. It suffers
then for my sake. So I as well as being the victim of his illness, I would also be the executioner. And the plot becomes increasingly complex.
A psychological drama?! Who knows, I'm just the actress.
Nevertheless, I decided that this man should not feel bad for my sake, and down some loving care, soft words, kind thoughts. Too bad that all turned against me, given that this continues to complain of severe headaches, heartburn and pains in the chest, left side.
His heart does not stand up, despite my complete dedication to the cause and painful. The patient needs a drastic cure, I say that I'm his nurse - qualified personnel - a pity that he perfect hypochondriac he has developed a dosage which, while requiring my presence, I was unclear. So I was the grim
laborers, nothing more and nothing less than strong arms for our fields, or do not know, hands on our keyboards, our neck white uniforms, standing for our grape harvest, and let's stop here first that my passion for the comparisons might touch pornography.
So this is the meaning of my crusade! I will, I fervently hope that my total abdication of personal dignity and self-esteem makes him happy! That my dozens of hours weekly to be paid the minimum wage, provided the state coffers being filled with riches, money, wealth.

I expect a smile in my heart that Mario Draghi as the apparition of the Madonna S. Rita and capiamoci, this is the most terrible I've ever.
And I can not in any way detached from off this bloody robe with the words "good" and to fight tirelessly against the evil forces that are slowly fogacitando the object of my desire.
It 's a tragedy. It 's a climbing above 3000 meters without oxygen tank nearby, and Messner, because the infidel Saracen disguised as doubt and anxiety, took his heart and has no intention of making it to my caring hands.

And so I wait, sitting on the chair, that the infusion of love that I injected month is to take effect, as I see the credits looming large, and Tara looming on the horizon in flames.

But whatever the meaning of what I'm doing and where I will, I claim the right to a happy ending, and heck, I want it now.
And since I'm not in control of my actions, I intend to trace the author of this convoluted plot in which they are involved to talk to eye and ask him to undergo a prior reading of the finale of this 50's melodrama, by threatening to transform our Jerusalem Delivered in a Misery of two thousand years.

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de maratonetibus

... why then should I ever bring me as a piece over the weekend - this is food for friends of the hamster from a psychiatrist.
my currently too busy to do this prior to the rating of the male gender who has the simple function to delude myself that my hormone is still under control, an assertion that, in light of recent events, it is not completely true.
sure I can always appeal to the amendment of drunkenness troublesome, but given the tenor of my recent affairs, in all honesty I must admit that this hormone is actually me putting in a little difficulty.
will be spring? the urgency of the summer? the horror of proof costume that makes me think let me first intortare they see me in a bikini, when all is not lost yet? motivations, plausible or not, to my rediscovery trend cosmic hippie love abound, the fact is that they have abandoned hopes of rinconquistare mr. need not have any way discouraged the hamster, which continues to rage on the men, making my social life's pretty complicated.

rastiki instigates me to grow basil plants were not even men but I'm not just convinced that this is the best way to spend the summer. and it's fine that I deserve some fun after dark and gray this winter, but maybe at least select them better, this should be done definitely.
the fact is this: as in all the universes of the complexity and entropy are related so that the random encounters and responds to what could become a rule which is not entirely meaningless.
the rule is that, as in any universe, even in the buggy of my mind there is a gravitational center around which much of my time, my thoughts and my unhappy actions. and this center of gravity of his own, was able to create a category of male inclassificabilità on which I'm breaking my head.
because there is the family man, but not enough, that is only one of the qualities fantastic and dangerous this man that I have in love, and please note the bitter irony with which i say noun dowry.

for example, he thought, from which it is borderline, it could still be categorized as a marathon runner, then, if desired, is a derivation of a father and today I will talk about this.
are eight and one quarter in the morning and then at this moment maybe I have a little hard to put together the thoughts and write something sensible about the marathon, but I'll try to do that because my mission is to implement a very strict prevention and disseminate information to prevent the devastating effects of the conduct of these men - useless - on the psyche of us little women, body and soul of humanity. and please, for this last thing I said, do not accuse me of feminism eh. please, I'm feminism we do not need anything at all. open and closed parentheses.

then marathon runners.
here they are distinguished by having this tendency to just move?, race itself. and it is curious that at this very moment I have found among the synonyms of the word race to race speed, because in fact the runner is obsessed with competition.
for the marathon is always something happening so that he can perform feats that are running and if something comes with the timing of the asylum he needs, he'll be doing. he is not afraid of lactic acid, he hates to sweat and stink like a goat, he has the lungs of steel and granite quadricipide. He is a Stefano Baldini of heart but is not well understood to what exactly is running and which prize he craves.
or at least, the tragedy of my categorization is that classifying behaviors have no meaning outside to complicate life, ergo, men who boast of being thinking beings, linear and rational, in fact behave like the insane without being able to appeal to the amendment of the Red Balloon.
not, the runner runs for the pleasure of racing, and this would also suffice, if only for the fact that my incurable scioperataggine makes me charming anyone spend your time doing better than to loll lazily at home .
the problem is a marathon runner and only one, or that his race so dangerous tendency to flee and escape's got a purpose, in this case to escape my attention. and sorry if it is little.
now, I know that the flight is part of the game, I also know that is a certain na me hanging like the faded cloth, one with Christmas balls that my mother also boasts 15 August, and you will go, there is everything. okay okay, you'll have a little cornered, you want! I know that in me that something is not goes, but when the flight becomes a regular feature with which you interact with me then I will label this of the marathon you have to just attack addossoe I also hate you for it. I have to do you own a burn with nitroglycerin that is by no pussy because I do not see written anywhere Fightclub, you're not a disassociated with sculpted abs and even an obese survived testicular cancer, you run away because you have a metabolism amphetamine - and this I do not know what your condition has a congenital and physiological.
and come back. always comes back. this method is, this is standard practice, this is a rational practice, not a chance.
and although you always run in circles, then I present are just that little man Sad and heavy sounding the bell each time the marathon crowds and physical anodyne complete a ring around the stadium.
and the thing that makes me honor, because it must be said that, too, is that this activity from my instructor, this monitor that I decided to give his basis for that time and my time compiling statistics made me a ' for discerning the stadium, a card, a neophyte of aerobic sports, like a head ultras: the number one fan of this Gelindo Bordin feelings. and this is not good, because what you girlie you should never do when you find yourself having to do with the marathon is to provide attention, which let's face it, without shame, sport sometimes becomes pure exhibitionism.