Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Blurry Vision After Meth

regress


Ugh, yes, I know, not so much that I write, I do not know even know what to write! I have performance anxiety because here you have to write well because people will read and comment you ... so I decided to pick up my 24 years, throw it in your tuba and exhume the 15 when he wrote the SMEMA! People, those that they were diaries, as thick as the inside Treccani because we clung to everything and when I say all mica joke from that cicles chewed at that time only to packets of sweets, compressed and glued properly ... phone cards, the notes, receipts, movie tickets ... that diary that weighed 5 pounds, and where each page is repeated in large letters with each and graphic style as the man of your life, this tome brings it to school, backpack, there were more books, in short, the word Smemo contains all this crazy little world ... And in the end I challenge anyone to find the courage to throw away even one Smemoranda ...
But why tell you this?! Why the fifteen newly recreated the secret diary! Maybe a little frightened by all this technology that I wonder why, if all were to disappear tomorrow, where would all my memories?! Also, this related to the problem dell'Alzeimer galloping gave a large contribution at the beginning of this "new" adventure making me go back to writing with pens on paper and real !!!!!!!
reserve this space for news and then missed socially, like the fact that yesterday my friend Frank has been interviewed on TGR blue smocks to talk about the elementary school, or that it had discovered a way to replay the legendary point and click, remember Monkey Island, Sam & Max, Day of The Tentacle, Goblin and many others?, I am spellbound!
I mean, sure there get rid of me so easily, but you will be pardoned some petulant story of my life ... I know I know 'too good ...
A kiss to everyone! HELLO!

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